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- On what...? - Petrus questioned still lying down, the older man smiled, getting up and pulling with him, lifting his pants, the smaller and younger man was staggering, while Michael pulled him. "Let's fuck in my bed, not here anymore. -Michael said. – Do we agree? -Michael questioned.
Petrus felt the semen oozing out of him, soaking his underwear and pants.
He elbowed her, running toward the window. – Don't think you can do anything. – So jumping.
- Yeah, I hated sex here. - said Petrus, staggering, towards the window, being caught in the lap in the form of a bride, as he was going to jump off the building.
- Still petulant, huh. - Michael said, picking him up with the glider on his lap, feeling his hard cock between his legs, threw him in the air, catching him on the way, getting on his lap in front of him, feeling that the man doesn't have his cock . hard.
- Is that all for me? – Petrus asked.
- Yea. – Then they kissed towards your building.