Master Ballard’s Prize The Boy Zac Vol. 1

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His slick tongue starts feasting on my asshole like an all-you-can-eat buffet. I feel my master's moans before I hear them. He announces, “this is my ass now” directly into the spit-covered hole, sending the vibrations through me directly to my brain. I shiver and know I am covered in goosebumps. Master stands and pulls me back towards him. His groin presses against me and then smacks his heavy cock on the hole he prepared. He strokes his lubed cock up and down my crack then finds his target and opens me. Once he is fully inside of me, I feel his hairy balls twitch against my taint. My hole filled beyond capacity feels fucking awesome! Like my hole and my cock were going to explode at any second. Master continues to stretch me. Train me. Fuck me for hours. He uses my jock waistband as reins while he navigates the terrain of my insides. His calloused hands vice grip my waist pulling me back and forth on his cock. When he’s ready to bust, he pulls out and shoots his master load all over my ass, marking me as his. When I turn around, he’s gone. I pick up the towel he wiped his spent dick on and begin to wipe myself dry, but my tight little pucker felt odd. I was dripping cum. Absolutely flooded. Swollen, almost spongy, and no matter how hard I tried to tighten myself, I couldn’t close it. Master Ballard had turned my hole into a boycunt.

ModelsMax SargentZac Steele