Mario doesn’t have to reach very far south to give that big ole cock a fondle under any circumstances, but sitting there and seeing Hunter’s purty ‘lil ass cheeks outlined in his tight fitting boxer briefs, the circumstances became very clear, and so did both of their bulges. When Hunter turned around, Mario tugged down the underwear, unbuttoned the shirt and quickly swallowed Hunter’s dick while Hunter stripped out of the rest of his clothes before guiding Mario’s head up and down on a bone that was growing by the lick. Mario licked his way up and down every square inch of Hunter’s girthy, cock meat until Hunter pulled him up, stuck his tongue in Mario’s throat and hauled out Mario’s fuck stick. With a gasp as he laid his eyes and hands on Mario’s giant meat, and with a thud, he landed on his knees and began to feast on big Cuban missile, stopping only when Mario pulled his head away for some remedial tonsil hockey now and then. Mario enjoyed the view as Hunter’s schlong throbbed as he fed him more cock before he bent over initiated a 69 until his throbbing bone, and Hunter’s puckering hole, told them both it was time to initiate something else.
