Young Bastian had followed the hungry asylum seekers into the abandoned house out of curiosity.
As soon as the door closed behind them, the five rough, hairy Muslim men surrounded him. Their big, calloused hands were all over his smooth pale skin — on his chest, his stomach, his neck. Bastian’s breathing quickened, his eyes wide as he saw the raw, animalistic hunger in their dark gazes.
Months without a woman, without release — and now this delicate blond German boy was standing right in the middle of them. They pressed closer, touching, gripping tighter, breathing heavily against his neck.
In that moment Bastian knew: He wasn’t leaving this house today.
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Every night Karim, the horny Moroccan daddy, would sneak into Jonas’s tent.
He was obsessed with this slim blond boy. Pressed together under the warm lights, Karim couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off him — kissing, groping, claiming that smooth body.
Jonas loved it. Especially when the hairy daddy turned into a wild animal, grunting and pumping his thick, warm Moroccan seed deep inside him.
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