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Bridgemaze Partners s.r.o. located at Pujmanové 1753/10a, Nusle, 140 00 Praha 4 Business registration # (ICO): 075 51 771 | Bridgemaze Partners, LLC 1657 North Miami Ave. #0815 Miami, FL 33136
Drake Von is decked out in football gear. Pads, tight pants that highlight his curvy ass, and a helmet. As he walks, coming up behind him, is Calvin Banks. He’s on an all-terrain vehicle, wearing a cowboy hat. Ripped jeans show off his sturdy thighs. “What’s up, Drake,” Calvin wonders, pulling up. “How did your game go?” “Good. As always,” Drake replies. Calvin offers him a ride and Drake gets on, wrapping an arm around the cowboy’s waist. They drive up to a shed. Calvin stands up but Drake isn’t ready for him to leave. He wants some practice time. :-) He fondles Calvin’s thighs, giving that ass a good whack. “Let me give you a better view,” Calvin suggests. He stands up, unbuckles his belt, and places his pale butt right in Drake’s face. “Fuck. That just made me so horny,” Drake explains. He leans in, licking Calvin’s butt hole. “Fuck, yeah,” Calvin encourages with a grin. “Get in there.” “You got a fucking plump ass,” Drake says...
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