Santoro shag his Girlfriend while a queer guy slurp his soles

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I look at my master's eyes, his arms, his chest, even with his clothes on, his chest looks so sexy, I witness in detail how his veined and powerful forearm holds my leash, his woman who agrees with his role as master, she just looks at me sans telling anything while smooching him, nearly as if telling "This is what you can never have Patrick" and I know, unfortunately the type of dudes I like are dudes I can never have, heterosexual guys... apparently they will never be my boyfriends nor someone to go to the vids or walk arm in arm with, but life instructed me another way to sate them, life instructed me that boys like them need faggy mates like me at their feet, but with faggy i don't talk about the traditional respectable gay man I mean one like me who enjoy feling less of a man than them, an ever-present accessory that highlights their masculinity, something you can even strut about it, like “look at my expensive watch” oh yeah “look at my faggy slave, mine cooks italian food and yours, do you even have one ? ha! and you call yourself a man?“, this is what I chose and I am blessed with it, this skin of a man who chooses to obey another, is the skin with which I perceive comfortable. Matthew unclothes his shoes, tugs on my wire and makes me inhale his pleasant odor of an Italian man, the smell of his male soles is so powerful and intense, that albeit he smells of expensive perfumes, it is unlikely not to transfer the sweat from his gym sneakers to his sneakers for social use, the odor is there, always strong, always introduce and I enjoy it, I also enjoy the fact that his woman doesn't mind this at all, having a bf with a powerful soles smell, who also puts his soles in the face of pathetics like me, who makes them smear their sweat, wash every inch of their powerful man soles with my gay tongue. I've always said that by looking at details on camera you can guess how someone's soles smell, I think looking at Santoro's socks it's a bit evident his smell. Using his strength, he positions me on the stool, turns me around and places his heel, still in socks, in my open mouth, using it as a stopper, it's salty, very salty, but I enjoy it, I'm a private washer for tastey men's socks like him. Santoro's woman doesn't make noise, it's nearly as if she knows that her only role here is to sate her boyfriend, that for the very first time in her life, the cameras don't want to sexualize her and want her boyfriend, who is like a God Greek who is worth to be adored by all.