With a gob of lubricant glazed onto my cock from Master Scott, I made my way down the bench only to be stopped by Master Saint who takes some time to admire my hard-on. To know that each of these men were just as aroused as I was made me feel a bit better, we were all united in that sense. I steadied myself with one arm down as my legs began to quiver as I hovered above my next hurdle. The light dusting of hair along my lower body was glistening with both sweat and lube. With each jump forward I could feel the muscles within my backdoor slowly giving way, making it easier to take even more. What used to be a challenge now allowed for his raw thick cock to glide in seamlessly after all that my body had gone through.
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