sal ganuth

Pete couldn’t believe how fucking amazing it felt. Lying on his front at the water’s edge, his legs apart, the waves coming up and crashing against his ballsac, his taint, his crack. Fuck it, Pete was in heaven. He couldn’t get enough of it.
His mate, Dan, taking pics and reels for Pete’s insta. “I think we got enough, Pete, c’mon dude, I got your speedos right here.”
Pete rolled over to reveal his raging boner.
“Oh,” laughs Dan, “Maybe we got a few more reels to make. Why don’t you wrap your hand around that and smile for me?”