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These boys are rubbed up the wrong way! Unable to move an inch, but left ungagged, so you can hear every moan and scream; each lad is milked dry! First they get oiled up and played with, before edged roughly back and fourth from the brink of orgasm, until they explode like never before!
Status
Released
Original Language
EN
An outrageous erotic poem focusing on the daydreams of a beautiful boy prostitute who, from the seclusion of his ultra-kitsch apartment, conceives a series of interlinked narcissistic fantasies populated by matadors, dancing boys, slaves, and leather-clad bikers.