Danya Giving a Volunteer Handjob to Brahve

I run my hands over his chest and abs, feeling the texture of his skin.

He shivers, a wave of goosebumps growling across his body.

He is sweating already.

My palms find his pectorals and I squeeze.

Prevy grunts and I say, "Always wanted to do that, man.

Just relax.

You are so pathetic."

Ignoring the insult, I focus on playing with his nipples, teasing them insistently.

They are hard and create an irresistible.

Prevy tries to warn him from beneath me, but I yank him by the hair again in warning, before

conning my ministrations.

Prevy again grunts as I pinch his nipple.

Someone seems to be enjoying himself.

Let's see what else got you going, man.

And here we go, Prevy gets rekt.

I grab his tits.

My hands travel down to his abdomen and I grasp his semi erect member.

"Well, well, well, how about that?

You act like you don't want this, but your body says otherwise, man.

You be already fucked, right?"

I start to stroke him, not bothering to apply love.

"Get your filthy hands off me," says Prevy.

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