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I told Bobby that he needed more experience with blowing and that there was going to be a deep throating competition, to which, Bobby brought up the idea of an additional $50 to the winner. As I agreed to the prize money, Mick stood up on the bed while Bobby got on his knees in front of him. Bobby leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head of Mick's cock, bobbing back and forward as he got used to the taste of rod in his mouth again. Mick smirked and nodded when I asked if Bobby was doing a nicer job than the last time. It wasn't lengthy before Bobby's stiff efforts had Mick breathless in pleasure. Handing Bobby a tape measure, I told him to measure how long Mick's chisel was. Bobby hastily did the deed and said that it was seven and a half inches long.
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