The Stick Man’s Harvest-2

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A c**k crow heralded the dawning of a new day. “Is it morning already?” Ryan asked sleepily. “Afraid so,” replied Declan. “You wait there and I’ll go and make us breakfast in bed.” Declan threw the covers off, but Ryan caught him by the wrist before he could leave. “Not so fast. Get back here.” Declan fell back against the mattress. “Now look at that,” said Ryan wrapping his fingers around his hard on. “Very impressive,” said Declan. “What are you going to do about it then?” Declan’s eyes twinkled. Without a single word of reply, he leant forward and took Ryan’s c**k into his mouth. With lips closed firmly around the rigid member, Declan swallowed all eight inches of his partner’s prick down the back of his throat, holding it there before returning to the engorged tip. Ryan relea

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