Master Scott's Prize The Boy James Vol. 1

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James was such an obedient boy that I was even able to assert myself with just the snap of my finger, the sharp noise piercing through the dead air which alerted him to be that much more attentive. He did as he was told, collecting my articles of clothing and keeping them together in a neat pile. It made my dick grow semi-hard, watching just how meticulous my prize was while stripping his master. There was an eagerness in receiving praise while performing pleasure on another man’s manhood, and it was that kind of craving we were hoping to instill in our boys. That smile that spread across James’ face every time I uttered another compliment in his direction. A good boy deserves to be acknowledged as such, after all. I couldn’t help but smile with pride as my eager toy immediately pulled my package into the back of his throat. James was quick to apply any feedback I gave him. When I mentioned more tongue, he would enthusiastically prioritize using the slick surface of it to his advantage. I wasn’t about to let the twink go without some oral fixation of my own, using my own wet tongue to taste that hairy hole of his. James swooped down into position, with his ass up in the air, as I kissed between those cheeks to lick his young crack. It didn’t take long for my growing member to become so heavy that it could slap against the young gay slave’s backdoor. Still singing my bottom’s praises as he proved to me that he was worth every penny.

ModelsJames BlondReece Scott