Blog Comment: MR CAMEL TOE pinched muscles flexed against his shirt as he drew the cigarette to his lips. It cracked like crunchy leaves under his foot. He closed his eyes. Thought of her pussy lips. The engorged little mouth. The desperate look in her eyes. Those swollen pussy lips.
Beck snubbed out his cigarette, and flung the Zippo across the small table in front of him. He pushed himself out of the wooden chair. He smoothed back his golden cow lick, and laid down the bed. The mattress creaked under his arrival. "Samantha," he whispered, circling the halos of his bare chest. He closed his green gems, and saw Samantha sprawled open before him. His cock was throbbing. Moving his hand over his zipper, he drew it down, and moaned, as his rigid cock shot up. He grabbed the tortured flesh in his hands.
