“I’m here with a few buds, and I don’t want them to know.”
“I’m at the Corazón, but I can’t host,” he informed me. “Yeah, that’d be great,” I answered, my eight incher hardening in my swim trunks. Are you taking cock? I’ve got a four-day load for you.” “I let a few frat guys fuck me on spring break, and suddenly I’m the beach whore of Cabo San Lucas.” But those college guys over there told me you take cock. “Hey, dude,” I greeted the hot guy on the beach, his round, firm ass begging to be fucked.
