Rearranging themselves, Jimmy lay down on his back, holding his beef whistle straight as Rex straddled Jimmy's thighs and slowly sat down on the gigantic dick. Once he was all the way down, Rex, taking hold of onto the headboard of the sofa for dear life, leisurely rose up and down on the cock. Groaning from the effort, Rex admitted that while it felt painful, it felt kinda fine at the same time. As he got used to the feel of a pecker drowned deep inside, Rex rode Jimmy firmer and faster. Wrapping a mitt around his own spear and draining himself off, Rex squealed that he felt like he was going to cum. Sure enough, Rex spurted just a little but still kept his rock-hard on as he screwed himself on Jimmy's cock. So far, Jimmy was having it easy as Rex was doing all the stiff work. Switching things around, in order to give Rex a break, Rex lay down on his stomach while Jimmy lay on top of him. Driving his rod home in one go, Jimmy set a slow but sustained pace as he boned Rex's straight man ass, his nuts spanking loudly against Rex's donk cheeks. All the while, Rex clung to the headboard, wailing as he felt every inch of Jimmy's meatpipe dipping in and out of his ass. Minute by minute, Jimmy plumbed Rex's donk harder and harder, squeezing deep moans from them both.
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