Mr. St. Michael thought the young man’s evolving and continued transformation was astonishing. He quickly realized that Noah was wearing shorts that might as well have been boxer-briefs, they were so skimpy and tight-fitting… not that Mr. St. Michael minded.
Noah couldn’t stand one more second with pants on. Mr. St. Michael gasped softly as the fine FTM boy dropped his drawers, laid back on the leather-padded stool and obscenely spread his creamy thighs.
Mr. St. Michael had technically never seen a boypussy before, but despite that fact, he knew in that smoking-hot moment that he was hooked. The sweet-cream savory boy bits and juicy slit made the delighted DILF’s mouth water.
Noah flung his head back and hollered loudly as the Daddy passionately made out with his bonus hole. Mr. St. Michael used his wet, salivating tongue and mouth to explore, memorize, and nibble on every inch of the boy’s anatomy…
