“Oh, my God,” Calvin whispers. “It’s yours.” The lads change positions. This time Calvin on his hands and knees. When Kane re-enters, Calvin moans into the sofa’s cushion. When the pounding picks up speed, Calvin’s groans get louder. “Oh, fuck me,” he begs. Kane obliges, grabbing Calvin’s hips and making those cheeks sing. “It’s so deep,” Calvin says. “But you’re such a good boy, though,” Kane replies. He wants to see his bottom boy play with himself as he fucks, so Calvin gets on his back. Kane reinserts his tool. He pins down Calvin’s arms and hammers home. He pauses to lick Calvin’s dick, but that man hole keeps Kane’s attention. “Just fuck me, baby” Calvin pleads. “Just fuck me.” Who can resist that request? Kane folds Calvin in half, making sure he feels every stroke. Calvin’s load explodes; the first stream shooting up, in a graceful arc, and striking his chest. Kane keeps fucking until he pulls out, splattering his man milk on Calvin’s stomach...

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