I took another deep breath as I watched the beautiful boy, his face once again smeared with tears, open his mouth, which as a result of his sobbing, was stringy with salvia. As did the knowledge that my Chachi/Lost-boy prime hybrid had dreamed about this exact scenario. Mature porn I grabbed a handful of still-damp dark hair at the back of his head with one hand, with the other, I guided my cock to his mouth. What kind of faggot are you? There was still fear in his eyes, which increased a bit when his eyes took-in my dripping, throbbing hard cock. I made myself look and sound even more angry and hissed, “You little faggot!” He cringed and made a quick attempt to look away from me, though he stopped himself with a quick glance at my raised and ready hand. “I can taste my pee,” he mumbled softly, tears welling in his eyes.
