man gave him a kick he had never expected to
experience.
"Yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder man," Darren was cheering his brawny
stallion without any inhibition. Although he was the one, being screwed he
imagihat he was in trol and that he had taken that prime male for a
ride.
"I knew, you like that, bitch!" Broeered down into Darren' s crimson
fad accelerated his pounding.
Mike couldn' t but admire the awesome stamina put on display by the
muscle-packed hunk below him. Eager to see more he bent down and stuck his
head out of the window. Now he had a clear view into the yard. He watched
Chutering. The marine scurried along the wall a down on his
knees behind a garbage tainer 7 ft. by 4 ft. right below Mike' s window.
Mike grinned as his buddy was obviously enjoying the show put up by Brock
Rowley and his moaning "t".
The Private' s hand traveled down to his crotd adjusted his hardening
dick. A moment later, his wrist was seized and his arm ulled firmly
through his legs, making him stumble forwards. His throat hit painfully the
window frame and before he was able to react, the sash window came down from
above trapping his neck. His arm ulled up, lifting first his hips, and
then his legs clearly off the ground.
His air supply was cut off by the sash, and without leverage he had no
ce to escape. His legs were struggling in midair, while he was fighting
for air.
"Rrrghhh ..." a hardly audible croak came from his throat as he tried to
attract Chuck' s attention. When his hand was released he tried pushing the
sash up in order to escape from the murderous trap that threateo crush
his windpipe. However his unknown attacker increased the pressure by pushing
the sash window further down. Mike decided quickly that it was wise to
remain passive and to wait for a ce to fight