"Uh, Steve ... I can't ... My hand is indecisive ... My knees are buckling under me ..."
" If you can't take the blow job just how can you handle it when I get into you?"
"What?"
"Harder, Martin! I want you to come! I want to hear you come! "
"Steve, no, I ..."
Martin did not stop obeying his voice for a moment, he moved his hand over his penis more and more, more and more decisively, and even as he fell to his knees, unable to support himself anymore, he did not stop caressing himself as hard as Paxton would.
"Steve ... Steve ... I ... Oooooooooh ...!"
"Good boy" praised the driver. "And we haven't even begun to caress your pretty little asshole."
"No, I can't do it ..." moaned Martin, frightened.
"Be a man and don't whine like a woman! Do you think I'll forgive you just because you moan? "
"No," Martin was ashamed. "You'll take me harder."
