I had coined my own little phrase–
“one lucky white boi”. Shot after shot of my thick jock goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. Free porn Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me. As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my balls. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasy selling my big jock dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. If for no other reason, it don’t get pregnant. “Not fuckin likely”. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out, “Happy birthday, lil shit—-ur a fuckin teenager”. I assumed an arrogant position,
