Max was standing in the kitchen of the frat house, in just some sweatpants, rubbing his arm on his face. He didn't know exactly what was wrong, just that ever since he presented, he felt like he was missing something there. Like his arm... Or his face... Needed something, but he wasn't sure what. So he gave up for the moment as he started pouring himself cereal.
Such a good afternoon break! All pistons firing here. The bottom bud is giving full access arched hole to best get the top to blow deep and empty his balls fully. Luv fucking this way.
When sir grabs me by the neck I know it means he's ready to breed me like I've never been bred before