Mario doesn’t have to reach very far down to give that big ole cock a fondle under any circumstances, but sitting there and seeing Hunter’s pretty ‘lil ass cheeks outlined in his tight fitting undies, the circumstances became very clear, and so did both of their bulges. When Hunter turned around, Mario pulled down the undies, unbuttoned the shirt and quickly engulfed Hunter’s cock while Hunter removed the rest of his clothes before guiding Mario’s head up and down on a pole that was growing by the lick. Mario licked his way up and down every square inch of Hunter’s girthy, dick meat until Hunter pulled him up, stuck his tongue in Mario’s throat and hauled out Mario’s joy stick. With a gasp as he laid his eyes and hands on Mario’s enourmous meat, and with a thud, he landed on his knees and began to feast on big Cuban missile, stopping only when Mario pulled his head away for some remedial tonsil hockey now and then. Mario enjoyed the view as Hunter’s dick throbbed as he fed him more cock before he bent over initiated a sixty-nine until his pulsating dick, and Hunter’s puckering hole, told them both it was time to initiate something else.