Master Ballard instructed me to sit on his face so he could prepare my hole. I
crawled on top of him and felt his bristly beard as he again brushed it up and
down my ass. My moans were quickly cut off as I dove back onto his shaft,
pushing it deeper into my throat. When I would rub his gland on my tongue, I
would taste the pre-cum he was starting to produce. Master turned me around and
began rubbing his girthy length against my hairless pucker. I moved opposite of
him, trying to target his pre-cum soaked head on my hole. Falling prey to lust,
craving his raw cock inside of me again, just like he had a few hours ago.
Master Ballard positioned me on my hands and knees. In one push, he buried
himself completely, resting his hairy nuts against the silk pouch of my jock. I
lowered my chest to the bed and arched my ass up to allow him to reach the inner
depths of his prize as he started to pummel my entrance. I honestly felt like he
was redistributing my insides, creating more space for his massive cock. I
worked my overstuffed hole back towards him, grinding his pubes against my
smooth lips. With every thrust, I slammed back. I tightened my muscles on his
manhood, directing his cock to slam into my prostate. I couldn't catch my
breath. The sensation made me want to scream, cry and feverishly beat my dick
until I covered the mattress with my load all at the same time.
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