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Made you look!” I embarrassingly glance away. But, I couldn’t help but look back as his cock shot out a pee stream that could make a fire hose jealous. As if he’s doing it to show off, because he knows damn well my own little pecker isn’t capable of such indian feats. I practically have to sit down when I pee because I can’t even get a constant stream. It’s bad enough, he was built like a train and anal completely shredded, but why did I have to have such a girlish physique? Literally, even though I’m 18, I look more like a teenage girl than any guy should at my age. I’m slim, with pale white skin and not a single hair on my body. Dusty, on the other hand, is completely ripped. His biceps are larger than my thighs. He’s not too shy about showing it off either. He practically walks naked around the house all the time. It’s so uncomfortable seeing him in the nude. His gigantic cock and balls swinging between his legs like a wrecking ball. Anyways, once again I’m pinned to the ground with him on top of me, flaunting his big dick in my face like always. “Don’t you wish your cock was this big little bro?” He’s always got to emphasize how big his dick is compared to mine. Like as if I somehow forgot that he was twice my size at least. “Now stop being a little fag and let's get ready for the gym! You need to make sure to get a good video of me working out my glutes.” He calls me the fag when he’s the one rubbing his dick all over my face. What a hypocrite. When she was done, she poured a dollop of shampoo onto my crown, and gingerly went to work. She was gasping out loud as suddenly my face was soaked with a mixture of pee and come. That time Jon had some control over the builders, but this time he didn’t have any. His breath was short and quick, and he opened his mouth revealing for the first time the sharp canine teeth. “Damn that girl had talent.” They both did. When we got home Dakota announced, “Skank alert!” I did know that I didn’t want to quit my work, I loved it there and anal I also had a craving for the sexual activities there. “And that would be?” You see my Sweet Good Girl. They’re almost as proud of you as I am.” And to prove it she leaned forward to kiss me again. The following week, a week before Christmas and four days before Presley's eighteenth birthday, Molly and Zach returned home for the holidays. “We’re just friends.” I replied. After wringing out all the sheets indian as best she could. He laughed as he thrust away, gripping the girl's hips.