Nothing special about Rockingbaugh’s bungalow along Hurricane Bay Road forewarned me of a bad time. The pink structure with its shell walkways, an assortment of palms, and lizards everywhere, looked to offer incredible fun. A screened-in pool encompassed the rear of the house, as well as the sand pathway that led between the dunes.
Casey Kalhoun, already hard and naked upon my arrival, stood between the two sand dunes and jacked his c**k up and down in heated motions. His hazel eyes, with their hints of amber, twinkled in the afternoon light, and his jawline looked solid because his teeth were clamped together. He jutted his ass forward and pumped his d**k inside his fists. His five-eleven frame rocked to and fro, and he eventually called out to me.
“Get out of your clothes, get over her
