Mr. Stone is a massage therapist who knows his craft well. He has been doing it for years and he uses his strong hands and expert touch to relax even the most hard-working athlete or busy executive — and if he’s being honest, his favorite customers are the small ones, pocket-sized guys that melt in his grip. His clients always come back every week for his relaxing rubdown, but it’s those tiny twinks he’s happiest to see shimmy into his parlor.
With the heat of his DILF package resting near Serg’s face, Mr. Stone rubs down the boy’s chest, stomach, and loins. Serg’s cock bounces with electric excitement at every micro-movement of Mr. Stone’s strong hands, and eventually, it all proves to be too much for the twink. With a moan of need, he nuzzles the masseur’s bulge up next to his head. Mr. Stone smiles; he’s more than happy with this, and prepared to give his client everything he wants.
Serg squirms around on the table. Panting turns to moaning turns to whimpering as Mr. Stone fingers the Fun-size hole, bites his rump, and spits in his ass. When Mr. Stone lifts the twink back to face him, it’s obvious this is no longer billable time — Daddy starts making out with his Fun-sized boy, stroking that boy-dick and smothering his handsome face between Mr. Stone’s hairy pecs.
