The Prize: Master Ballard instructed me to sit on his face so he could prepare my hole. I crawled on top of him and felt his bristly beard as he again brushed it up and down my ass. My moans were quickly cut off as I dove back onto his shaft, pushing it deeper into my throat. When I would rub his gland on my tongue, I would taste the pre-cum he was starting to produce. Master turned me around and began rubbing his girthy length against my hairless pucker. I moved opposite of him, trying to target his pre-cum soaked head on my hole. Falling prey to lust, craving his raw cock inside of me again, just like he had a few hours ago. Master Ballard positioned me on my hands and knees. In one push, he buried himself completely, resting his hairy nuts against the silk pouch of my jock.
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