Farmer I love you

Sometimes I'd like to be that dog there, in between the strong legs of my master, getting recognition every so often with a nice stroke. He'd expect me to be on his side, always, I'd sniff his crotch, watch him piss in the wild, and lick his hands. At night, we'd sleep together, me against him, feeling his stomach blowing with each intake of air, his cock would be peeking out of his boxers, for me to lick it, and his balls, until such time that he'd spunk out a load all over my face.... his master's servant that I am...

Leather man

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Just checking...

Just checking making sure it is still there!

This photograph is horny on so many levels...

Italian 2625

Gently, he took his hand, reached around the back of my head. 

In anticipation of his next move, I held my breath. 

As I had hoped, he grabbed me by the back of my head, and slowly but rather forcefully 

drew my head back away from him so he could kiss my neck. 

It absolutely drove me crazy when he was controlling me and my every move.

I could get close to coming,  just as the thought of him taking the control away from me, 

leaving me helpless. 

This was no exception

I moved my head a bit towards him

stretched out a little bit and caught the tip of his manhood with my tongue. 

He moved a little closer to me, 

and I could actually start to suck and lick around the end of his cock, tasting him.

 He slowly began to lean more forward to accommodate my efforts to have his cock in my mouth. 

As I drew him into my mouth more he moved further forward to where he was actually leaning on the bed now, fucking my mouth with his cock.

Sliding in and out of my mouth, I wanted to touch his balls with my hands but I could not as he was holding them both with his grip. 

He was in complete control and I knew then that I was his.

Thank you to my beautiful Italian friend for the lovely photo! 

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