Tanner’s little tummy was stretched over too much pizza and way too much beer when he went to sleep; when a warm, urgent need woke him, he made to leap from the bed and bolt for the toilet. It was only when a hundred and fifty-five pounds of groaning cocksucker sprawled across his thighs prevented him from getting up that he realized the need was to blow a load into Clark’s throat so big he’d still be sneezing it out at breakfast time. The way Clark’s butt took d**k, it didn’t really surprise Tanner that he’d be thirsty for one, too, but he was pleasantly impressed just how deep Clark was able to take his not-inconsiderable entirety. Half dozing, half delirious, Tanner f****d Clark’s sweet face until he was bucked like a bronco by the force of his own load. He yowled and writhed, but Clark
