I used to gaze from afar, watching tiny beadlets of sweat run down in between his pecs and through the ridges of his six-pack and round his navel. It was my reward for the day. Blowjob sex Tristan’s cock. I threw myself onto his ever hardening cock and sucked, I ran my tongue through every crevice and nook as fast as I could. He did sports a lot and had one of those tanned gorgeous sculptured bodies. It was a lucky break really. I wanted him so bad but I couldn’t. I let my hands explore his ass, rubing it and finger fucking his asshole, pushing it into my throat, I smacked it once or twice and felt it like I was blind, letting my hands run everywhere and anywhere
‘Why the fuck won’t Amber do this for me..’ he groaned. I couldn’t have him. He was the archytypal straight guy, girls hanging off him, always goofing around in class.
