Rough night?
Added 2022-07-10 18:05:33 +0000 UTCDale, his mind a confused swirl of post nut bliss and poppers, sat on the floor propped up by the sofa. Multiple loads dripped down his face and body, He could feel lube and kum leaking from his sore bruised gaping hole. Slow dripping down and soaking the carpet. As load after load dripped down it would send his way overstimulated prostate into overdrive. His body would twitch, and his tool would leap to attention sending small spurts of what ever was left in his balls.
It would take most of the day just to get up and walk to the bathroom to shower off , It would take a day just to be able to comfortably wear pants, and a week of walking funny.
He could never quite get that stain out of the carpet, but didn't mind. Every time he would see it his hole and tool would stir a little, and he would get a pleasant smirk on his face. Remembering a wild Friday night in july
