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Darren's insanely aroused and infatuated with Jake and his freakishly fat, plump tits and nipples well also simultaneously being utterly disgusted with Jake and his mantits for beguiling and entrapping him with those feminine assets always jutting out. And he's always quick to let Jake know just how conflicted those fat tits poking out make him feel.
His straight Bro was already having second guessing his own feelings while turning down the advances coming from a pair of phat meaty wobblers clapping up in his face. He was nervous the entire time. He was hoping that he was able to keep up a convincing Poker Face especially while the camera was rolling. But they both do that his cock was rock hard and leaking the whole time that his gay BFF tried to entice him.
“Uniforms off,” Ellis said. “Abernathy’s rule. Full inspection after conditioning. You know how it works.”
No one argued. The sheer shorts came down. The three men stood in the center of the tiled room, water still dripping, cocks half-soft against thick thighs. The white students circled once, the way the guests had circled the pedestals at the gala.
Ellis stopped in front of Jamal. He reached out and laid both palms flat on the broad, meaty pectorals. The muscle was dense and warm. When he squeezed, the flesh gave under his fingers and then pushed back.
“These are ridiculous,” Ellis said. He dug his thumbs into the lower curve of each pec and lifted, making the heavy slabs rise and settle. “Look how they sit. Like they’re full.” He pinched one dark nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it hard. Jamal’s breath caught. The nipple thickened under the pressure, the surrounding skin drawing tight. Ellis switched to the other side, twisting until the nub stood rigid and dark. “They get bigger when you do that. You feel it, don’t you?”
Jamal nodded once. His pecs flexed without him meaning to; the muscles jumped under Ellis’s hands. Ellis laughed and slapped the left one lightly, watching the soft-fat of the outer edge jiggle.
“Again. Make them bounce.”
Jamal complied. The pectorals rose, contracted, and dropped. Water flicked from the nipples. Ellis caught one between his fingers again and pulled it outward, stretching the thick brown tip until Jamal’s chest followed. The other two white students had moved to Tyrell. One of them, a shorter boy with freckles across his nose, crouched behind the massive ass and spread the cheeks with both hands. The cleft was deep. The skin there was darker, still wet from the shower. He pressed his thumbs into the soft upper curve and squeezed, making the heavy glutes bulge outward.
“Fucking bubble,” the freckled one said. “Look at this thing.” He slapped the left cheek. The flesh clapped against itself with a wet sound. Tyrell’s hips jerked forward. The freckled student did it again, harder, then gripped both cheeks and shook them, forcing the round mass to jiggle and clap on its own. “Stand still. Don’t clench.”
So you just going to flaunt the fact that A) your 'fat ass' prompts are impeccably generated and that you're right in the middle taking our jobs 😵💫😫.
AI is getting bolder and bolder each day!🫠😩🤤