The movement of the thin fabric of the speedo move you off his musky balls and upward. The pinching and pushing of David's fingers pulled you farther and farther away from his balls but closer to something much larger. Soon enough you came face to face with David's... little David, hit lay there in front of you like a fallen column in all its glory. But where are you on the dick.
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