I Can Dry Your Shirt, But Your Underwear Will Get Wet, Papi

It’s not every day I get to crash with a stud like this one. Sure, I made him drop his water all over his shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind, so why not use that to my advantage? I have a washing machine and a great excuse to look at his abs. I didn’t know that even his pants got wet, but I was taking all the luck I could get. His underwear seemed dry, but I had to touch it to be sure. I pulled him closer to me and put a hand on his ass. He let me move slowly until I could feel how hard his dick was. We had some time before his clothes were ready, so if we needed something to keep ourselves busy, why not entertain his mouth with my cock? His tongue felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced. He moved it around my dick, thoroughly and slowly, savoring every second of it. I had to return the favor, so I pressed him against the wall, and when he begged me to fuck the shit out of him, I did. I didn’t hold back. I put my entire cock inside his ass and pounded him as hard as I could until I filled him up with my milk. Next time, I’m sure I won’t need water to make him take his clothes off for me.