Brinkman’s Gym Stroke Club

“I looked to my right just in time to see Steve grip his dick tight around the shaft. A fountain of cream burst upward, splashing down over his hand, his bare thighs and his messier, unkempt bush. The visual display seemed to increase the intensity of my own climax once again, making me spit another forceful jet of milky white to join the first real stream.”

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