“I’m not sure I like my odds. Two against one isn’t very sporting.” “Don’t worry, Az. We both know Cyrus can’t keep up. Think of him as a pity fuck.” Cyrus growls as he grabs Zeke’s hips and tugs him until his back is flush with his chest. “That’s not what you were saying when my cock was deep in your tight little ass. If I remember correctly, you were crying about how it was so fucking big. My favorite was when you screamed, ‘Keep giving it to me, Daddy.’” Cyrus gyrates his hips, mimicking Zeke. “‘Pound my little fuck hole. Make me feel so good, Daddy. Oh, Cyrus, that’s it, I’m gonna come.
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