Rod thought that it might be best to keep him at a foot - at least for now. His reasoning was that at our already huge sizes, seeing his face clearly as we antagonized him would be fun. The angry face on Ken quickly faded and turned into a look of pure fear. I easily caught him and held his kicking and punching form in my fat, calloused hands.
"Watch this," sexy cop told me, "make sure you hold him real tight." He looked into my eyes seductively, sucked on his thick middle finger and walked close up to me. He held his glistening finger in front of Ken's face for a short while and then set it on our little victim's hot, tight, bubble butt. "Remember Jeff, the waiter?" Ken just looked up at him and begged to be returned to normal. "Maybe this will help you remember." He pushed his big digit in. The howling from Ken got me totally hard. It was a little surprising at just how rough Rod was with his boyfriend.
Rod slid his free hand into my sweatpants and started to rub my fat, uncut cock. In synch with his hand job, he pumped our victim. Each time he pushed it in further and further. I hadn't noticed before just how thick Rod's middle finger was until I saw it violating Ken. When he pulled out all the way, I could see blood on his finger. He showed me his finger and I leaned forward and licked it clean. Ken was going crazy. He seemed to be hyperventilating and sobbing uncontrollably.
Rod then quickly returned it to Ken's broken ass and plunged it in even further. Holding it in far, he wiggled it around. It was fun to see his finger poking around inside this little prick. The outline of his finger was very clear in the hot little studs perfect abdomen.
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