Did he swallow a Pepsi Max in his dreams? Indian sex Fully dressed in official uniform, between his thighs, with his low-hanging, hairy sack resting on the bridge of my nose, holding his own saliva in my mouth, what gave me no choice for air but the heavy stink of his balls, expecting for one of his massive farts to blow in my face anytime. Damn, I got me the baddest dom daddy in the history or what? “Damn, boy. . I could never have dreamed of that level of slayage, if it wasn’t for him. I was drunk on the overpowering stench of his balls. Not some lame-ass home-made food like I thought. Just like it would be for the rest of our ‘friendship’, he collasped on the couch, while I crawled between his legs. We headed to a couch that faced the TV screen, and I found his clothes still thrown on the floor.
