My brother is cooking dinner tonight, and I arrived home to find him busy in the kitchen. “How long until it’s ready?” I asked. “Half an hour, I reckon. Why, are you too hungry to wait? I could fix you a snack” “Yeah. Famished. But don’t worry about food. I can wait for that. Just hold the position. There’s something else I’m going to eat.” I fell to my knees and smothered my face in his cotton clad ass, sniffing him deep, thrilled by his scent. Then the briefs were pulled down and I took another taste of my favourite meal. Half an hour later, having gorged myself, I pulled away and pulled out my dick. “Fuck the food. I’m need to fuck you. Turn the oven off and let it stay warm. We can eat sometime later.” Much later as it happens. Once I got my cock inside that big muscle ass, there was no way it was coming back out for a while. And when it did finally emerge coated in spunk, it was still hard and hungry for more. It’s always the way when I fuck my brother - once is never enough.
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May 2020
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