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After days of non-stop torture, U.S. Marine Specialist Wes Morales has become an obedient prisoner, kept in a dungeon naked, free from additional beatings so long as he does exactly what he’s told. He quickly agrees to get hard and cum when he is promised doing so will earn him release. The young stud puts on quite a show, pumping out a massive load of cum that covers his hand, cock, pubes, and stomach. But the muscle-bound Marine isn’t going anywhere. His torture has just begun!
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Title: Wes Morales: U.S. Marine – Chapter 7
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Title of this video: TURNBUCKLE BONDAGE WITH JIMMY USMC
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By Cutieboy90
“Hey man, I’m gonna shower. Don’t start the laundry yet.” Tony called down the hallway.
“Got it!” I hollered back.
I sat still, waiting for the sound of running water. Holding my breath. The seconds dragged by, as if time had just stopped. Even my heart seemed to slow…
Until at last the rush of water and the clang of the shower door closing signaled the start. This was the cue I’d been waiting for. Like a racer starting at the sound of the buzzer, I was off. Swiftly and silently like a panther stalking its prey, I was down the hall towards the laundry room in an instant. And there, piled in the hamper was Tony’s laundry. A whole week’s worth of worn gym socks and night shirts just waiting to be savored.
I knelt down, taking a particularly fresh-looking sock and bringing it to my nose.
“Mmmmm…” I could never help the initial moan, nor the swoons I felt when breathing Tony’s sweat and musk. There was a sort of spice to his scent, so masculine. I could detect hints of the trees from the park trail he liked to run through, the funk of his shoes, even a faint touch of the Irish Spring soap he used.
