When Chris Blades comes home and finds his roommate Clark Campbell getting some tail in the living room, he’s not astonished… that is, until he realizes that Clark’s lump of donk has a fuck-stick. Flustered, he tells Clark to get rid of him and runs upstairs, but now that he’s had some time to lodge down, he’s more intrigued than disgusted, and the more he detects about Clark’s closeted lifestyle, the more he comes to grips with his own cravings. So when Clark confesses to wishing he just had a steady FWB situation, Chris perks up and asks Clark how that would even happen. Clark perceive Chris’ interest and takes over from there, pouncing on him and pulling his chisel out, fellating it rock-hard as he liquidates Chris’ pants. Chris is firm when he comes back the favor, and now that Clark is prepped to plumb, Chris wants to observe how it feels, so he mounts Clark’s sausage and slowly finishes off his cherry, sliding his crevasse around Clark’s no condom boner, and grinding on him rigid. Chris’ eyes bulge as he realizes the gusto he’s been denying himself, and he tells Clark to rip up him stiffer, so Clark arches him over the table and takes him from behind, plowing Chris’ bootie and daydreaming about seeding his hole. Chris flips over and Clark plumbs him missionary as Chris concludes off all over himself, and just as he does, Clark whips out just in time to pouch all over Chris’ freshly torn up bootie, seeding him as Chris asks if this makes them ‘FWB’. Enjoy!
When Chris Blades comes home and finds his roomie Clark Campbell getting some tail in the living apartment, he’s not astonished… that is, until he realizes that Clark’s piece of rump has a spunk-pump. Flustered, he tells Clark to get rid of him and runs upstairs, but now that he’s had some time to settle down, he’s more intrigued than disgusted, and the more he detects about Clark’s closeted lifestyle, the more he comes to takes hold of with his own wishes. So when Clark confesses to wishing he just had a stable FWB situation, Chris perks up and asks Clark how that would even happen. Clark feel Chris’ interest and takes over from there, pouncing on him and pulling his weenie out, deep throating it rock-hard as he eliminates Chris’ pants. Chris is rigid when he returns the favor, and now that Clark is ready to boink, Chris wants to witness how it feels, so he mounts Clark’s bone and slowly cums his virgin, sliding his crevice around Clark’s sans a condom wood, and grinding on him rigid. Chris’ eyes bulge as he realizes the pleasure he’s been denying himself, and he tells Clark to ravage him firmer, so Clark bends him over the table and takes him from behind, boning Chris’ caboose and daydreaming about seeding his slot. Chris flips over and Clark boinks him missionary as Chris spunks all over himself, and just as he does, Clark frees just in time to ballsack all over Chris’ freshly smashed backside, seeding him as Chris asks if this makes them ‘FWB’. Love!
