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Studio: GayCest
Cast: Getting Closer To
My is the closest person I have ever been to. It's not because of anything. It was just that we didn't have much in common. We barely talked about the tattoos we got together, even though I knew he was very fond of them. He doesn't seem to want me to feel like he's watching over everything. However, I wished that we could be closer. It's strange to say, but things have improved since the time he found me in my bedroom. It's almost like we share a secret. It's something that is shared between us. When I return home I see his excitement and I can feel it in his eyes. My pants immediately get tighter at the groin, which must be a sign that he knows I'm happy to see me. We haven't done much since then, despite this. He would check in on me occasionally to ensure I was OK with the events. My hole was still sore for some time. He even asked me if I was alright. He would smile and tell me I was fine. But I knew he was anxious. A little bit awkward was my reaction, as I didn't know what to do. Although I was eager to have more from him, I wasn't comfortable speaking out. It was all complicated. Simple hugs or pats on the back seemed to be charged with anticipation. This was the moment when we would be back together. This was a sign. Was this a sign? An invitation? As I was getting ready to go to bed one night, I saw him lying on the couch with his legs crossed in a pair of boxer shorts. He also had a white tank top. This was something I had seen before, but in the dim blue light of the television, it became more than just a picture. I was reminded of the way he used to wrap his arms around me as a lover. The light caught his furry legs, making him seem glowing. Between his legs, I was able to see the bulge in his manhood that hangs heavy and free. I normally would try to get him to sleep or wrap a blanket around him. But I was able to see him closer. As I made my way towards him I tried to avoid any creaky areas on the ground before reaching the couch. His socked feet were all over my face. I was always attracted to the smell of his socks. It was more like comfort than a sexual experience. It was my 's scent, which I loved. It was something that I had never been able to smell, and it was fresh from his feet. As I inhaled the gentle scent, my nose was filled with it. Although I was aware that I needed to leave, the moment was calling for me to continue. It was a difficult decision that I struggled to make, but curiosity and my horniness won out. As I attempted to not disturb his body as I traveled towards his groin, I continued moving down. The strong musk from his balls was evident before I even reached his hidden shaft. Their sweaty bodies felt almost as if he had been hiking or cutting pine trees. The same way it had been when I first touched him was the case again. It was a wonderful scent that I love, it made my head spin, it reminded me of how close it felt to him, and it also brought back memories about the first time we had smelt him. That was the moment I realized I had to go. It was impossible to go back. The strong smell of his armspits was a faint hint to me. They were diffused by his dense, long hairs. As I breathed, I moved closer to him. As I lowered my head into the pit, I felt almost on top. The furry well was visible as his arm extended over his head. I kept looking over at his face, trying to find a sign he was awake. But, my eyes became distracted by the destination and became fixated. It was only a few inches from me, and I let myself inhale. It was almost intoxicating. It was intoxicating. I felt as if I would fall over if I continued to take deep, long breaths. Although I wasn't sure how much longer I would stay, the experience of taking in the wonderful scents from my older man was so exciting and new that it made me want to keep going. One point, I believed I had seen him move. I then froze in my place and watched him lie still. I just held my breath, waiting for some sort of miracle. Fearing that I would be captured, I started to feel my neck and hands get hot. As I was about to take another deep inhale, I hear a faint whisper: 'Keep going ...'.' It was unbelievable! It was him awake! He was awake! This was a trap? Was this a trap? A trap? Another deep inhale of his pit took place. However, this time he appeared to bring his chest closer towards me. I was literally able to feel my whole face being buried under the hollows of his torso. Slowly, he placed his hand gently on my back, holding me still as he inhaled the scent. It's hard to describe how exciting this experience was. My old man allowed me to explore his underwear, and I rocked hard. It was dark outside, but the TV's light was bright enough that I could see his smile when I turned my head towards him. This gave me permission to have fun and let him know how much I appreciated him. It was this moment that I had been waiting for. This was the moment when we were able to do what we did upstairs in our bedroom again! As I glanced down at his pants, I saw his powerful and intense babymaker almost breaking through my shorts. It was me! My loved me. He was also the reason I became so obsessed with my . It was all I could imagine, getting him back inside of me and feeling his warm, throbbing body stretch my hole out to fill it with his thick cock. Now I'm clear that if it is what I desire, it is my responsibility to pursue it.
Format: mp4
Duration: 19:48
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 5165kbps
Audio: 251kbps
File size: 786.9 MB
