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Dropped a load earlier.
November's a hard month for the boys. No shave, no nut . . . this stud needs to last a few more days, and then I'm gonna drain his massively swollen sack!
Congratulations, it's been 30 days. Stop by and let me take care of that for you. You must be bursting.
I'll say he was.
"This guy had better be as good as the say he is."
He needn't have worried, I was better than he was expecting, intuitively sliding my tongue deep into the source of all his stress and tension, before velvet gloving him until he blasted his batter, balls deep, as I swallowed down all nine spurts of his sticky spew.
That's what you call service and that's what he's gonna get from me every time he stops by.
Well that was a surprise. I mean, not really, as I knew he’d come eventually, but I didn’t think it’d be so quick.
Just like I knew that if I stayed down on his fat cock, he’d reward me with his best load, which he did . . . all NINE spurts of it.
"Then we understand each other."
Yes, I knew the difference between "going downtown" and "going down" and Daddy was definitely looking for someone to go down, on him, and take his massive load.
He dumped his first batch about 30 seconds after I went down. Thick and goopy, he held down my head as he spewed, demanding I "swallow it and keep going", adding "I'm not done with your mouth yet; stay the fuck down there and service me, 'cause I'm gonna empty my balls and you're gonna swallow what I give you, all of it."
Thirty minutes and three loads later, he'd taken out all of his shift stress and emptied his balls down my throat, making me take the lot. Now he was done . . . at least for today.
Me: “That doesn’t look like thirty days worth,”
Officer: “Well I’ve got thirty days worth in my balls and you’re gonna fucking swallow it!”
Yes he did and yes I did, repeatedly, as he just fired, reloaded, and re-released, until he was spent.