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Being owned and used like a sex-doll sub slut had young Milo feeling bliss- and such relief. He stretched his achy limbs and took a deep breath. This moment of personal revelation was raucously interrupted by a spectacular, powerful, two-handed spank to Milo’s smooth, twink bottom. The amount of cum blasting out of such a tiny frame was impressive, and must have represented many nights of patience for this moment.

Mr. Marko did this with one hand wrapped around his pint-sized and delirious co-worker. As the minutes ticked by Milo had nothing to do and no one to call- his phone had been confiscated by the bodyguards. He simply let go and allowed himself to give in to the hard fact that he was now merely a servant: his body to be only the Mafia’s to enjoy and otherwise do what they wished… Then the new initiate’s pants and underwear came off.

That breath turned into a small gasp when a gorgeous Latin mini-cupid named Milo Miles tip-toed around the corner. He suddenly lifted Milo and easily turned him around so that the boy’s back was resting against the King-size chest. What a perfect way to relax and enjoy a break, indeed, Mr. Marko thought. The heaving handyman’s hulking cock, as though on cue, was clenched and squeezed by the keening Latin twink’s tight love-chute.

Now armed with experience and privacy of the basement, the young coworker knew just how to assist Mr. Marko with his dick-throbbing dilemma. When Milo’s sweet, boyish voice gasped out that his climax was imminent, Mr. Marko’s roaring approval shook not just the walls of the basement, but the entire frame of his mind-blown lover boy. Eventually, they twisted their bodies into a doggy-style position.

In a daze, Milo completely gave himself over. The other hand was busy feeling up Milo’s big genitals—his small, Latin lover’s tools were large by any standards, much more when attached to such a miniature body. He beamed down at the cinnamon-sugar boy, his cinnamon-sugar boy. Milo, with lust-filled eyes, gazed up at his dream DILF. Milo was guided by thoughtless lust, too—he began inhaling Mr.

Marko’s enormous balls through the giant’s tight jockstrap.

Milo wanted more than anything else adventure and the thrill of the unknown. In this raw, exhilarating moment, Milo knew beyond any remaining shadow of a doubt that his precious destiny was being fulfilled. The room’s air conditioning was at full blast, but young Milo was sweating. Then two. As his cannon-esque cock slammed eye-poppingly deep into the well-ravaged boy-hole, the large handyman made one last thrust before he launched an orgasm deep within Milo.

Milo knew he dared not breathe or make a sound without permission, and yet his heart beat so hard in his chest, he feared he might fall over from an intense mix of intimidation and, strangely enough, the new initiate found himself wildly turned on.