He is paralyzed, his breathing blocked and his eyes almost bulging with pleasure.R Turs starts a slow back and forth, sucking Scuford’s dick every t...ime till the bottom of his mouth. The beardog closes his eyes, clenched, moaning before releasing against R Tur’s palate a warm salty discharge. The bull swallows, swallows all, feeling the dick in his mouth softening in saliva, until Scuford pushes him gently before falling back on the couch.R Tur picks up his glass of punch and takes another sip.. Excellent! She had always talked about getting a professional massage but would never spend the money. This was going to fit the bill just right. I made the appointment for a night we both had free. The masseur, his name was Doug, was more than happy to come out to our place; something about wanting his clients in the most comfortable atmosphere possible. The night he was to arrive I told Debbie to get ready for her birthday surprise. She somehow got the idea we were going out for the evening. Ripping and grinding it ... each one came up with something meaty and dripping ... he could see them swallow in the moonlight and grin at each other ... hair rough and shaggy around stiff collars.They were man sized but he knew they weren't men. They looked his way but he must have been downwind and in shadows because they both dragged a dirty sleeve across a dripping mouth and bent to rip and tear again. This time ... when they came back up he could see the fingers of a hand, white in the. As her hire car eventually drew up in front of the house, he’d rushed out to meet it, opening the driver’s door in gallant greeting. His expression had frozen as his eyes had drunk her in again. She’d been wearing a tight, light blue dress, halter neck dropped low enough to tantalisingly display the tops of her generous bosom. Her smile had been infectious as she’d cried out a greeting, and she’d been secretly pleased to see Bruce’s eyes drawn down to her long legs as she got out. The tight.