[Another picture. Jean-clad thighs this time, but the same position, on his knees in the grass somewhere. Some tough gardening gloves sit at the edge of the frame so his bare hand can work his half-hard cock, getting up to speed.]
I wish I could fuck you and be sure I wouldn't come. Good boys don't come
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I wish I could fuck you and be sure I wouldn't come. Good boys don't come