Cagouleur vs Romantik: a juicy matinee
RomanTik has spent the week counting the hours. Since the Cagouleur's last visit, his ass has had only one desire: to find that big Portuguese cock that fills him like no other.Saturday morning, the door finally opens. The Cagouleur, still dusty from the construction site, his eyes passionate and his boner already visible, doesn't need to speak: he knows that RomanTik is ready, motivated, impatient.In a few gestures, the clothes fly off. RomanTik kneels first, picking up where they left off, then arches his back on the sofa, ass high, eyes shining. The Cagouleur takes it with that quiet power that characterizes him: deep, steady, then harder and harder, as if he wanted to make up for the whole week in one go.RomanTik moans, smiles, takes it, asks for more, enduring and insatiable. A perfect Saturday morning: an alpha who empties himself, a blue-eyed bogoss who fills himself up, and two knowing smiles at the end.
