Mario doesn’t have to reach very far south to give that big ole cock a massage under any circumstances, but sitting there and seeing Hunter’s pretty ‘lil butt cheeks outlined in his tight fitting undies, the circumstances became very clear, and so did both of their bulges. When Hunter turned around, Mario pulled down the underwear, unbuttoned the shirt and quickly engulfed Hunter’s fuck stick while Hunter removed the rest of his clothes before guiding Mario’s head up and down on a pole that was growing by the lick. Mario licked his way up and down every square inch of Hunter’s thick, cock meat until Hunter pulled him up, stuck his tongue in Mario’s throat and hauled out Mario’s fuck stick. With a gasp as he laid his eyes and hands on Mario’s giant meat, and with a thud, he landed on his knees and began to feast on big Cuban missile, stopping only when Mario pulled his head away for some remedial tonsil hockey now and then. Mario enjoyed the view as Hunter’s schlong pulsed as he fed him more cock before he bent over initiated a sixty-nine until his pulsating bone, and Hunter’s puckering hole, told them both it was time to initiate something else.
