“Ya—about fuckin what?” “Football”. As the moment arrives, Mark takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. xxx 18 Pushing his mouth into it’s dark black crack, I coax him on with “Ya—that’s it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone”. I tried to believe that I wasn’t self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the amount of junk I blew every time I popped a load. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of fear in his face. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice face. “You want that jersey ? Finally achieving 6′, and those big ass










