Master Ballard instructed me to sit on his face so he could prepare my hole. I crawled on top of him and felt his bristly beard as he again brushed it up and down my ass. My moans were quickly cut off as I dove back onto his shaft, pushing it deeper into my throat. When I would rub his gland on my tongue, I would taste the pre-cum he was starting to produce.,
Master turned me around and began rubbing his girthy length against my hairless pucker. I moved opposite of him, trying to target his pre-cum soaked head on my hole. Falling prey to lust, craving his raw cock inside of me again, just like he had a few hours ago.
Master Ballard positioned me on my hands and knees. In one push, he buried himself completely, resting his hairy nuts against the silk pouch of my jock. I lowered my chest to the bed and arched my ass up to allow him to reach the inner depths of his prize as he started to pummel my entrance. I honestly felt like he was redistributing my insides, creating more space for his massive cock.
I worked my overstuffed hole back towards him, grinding his pubes against my smooth lips. With every thrust, I slammed back. I tightened my muscles on his manhood, directing his cock to slam into my prostate. I couldn’t catch my breath. The sensation made me want to scream, cry and feverishly beat my dick until I covered the mattress with my load all at the same time.