With a gob of lubricant glazed onto my cock from Master Scott, I made my way down the bench only to be stopped by Master Saint who takes some time to admire my hard-on. To know that each of these men were just as aroused as I was made me feel a bit better, we were all united in that sense.
I steadied myself with one arm down as my legs began to quiver as I hovered above my next hurdle. The light dusting of hair along my lower body was glistening with both sweat and lube. With each jump forward I could feel the muscles within my backdoor slowly giving way, making it easier to take even more.
What used to be a challenge now allowed for his raw thick cock to glide in seamlessly after all that my body had gone through. As Kamp finished off breeding me good and proper, he handed his sloppy seconds over to Master Banner to wrap up my latest ritual with another fuck.
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