Santoro smash his Gf while a gay man munch his soles

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I view at my master's eyes, his arms, his chest, even with his clothes on, his torso looks so sexy, I witness in detail how his veined and strenuous palm holds my leash, his nymph 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, unluckily the type of guys I like are guys I can never have, hetero guys... apparently they will never be my boyfriends nor someone to go to the videos or walk arm in arm with, but life taught me another way to satisfy them, life taught me that fellows like them need faggy mates like me at their feet, but with faggy i don't chat about the traditional respectable faggot 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 flesh of a man who prefers to conform another, is the flesh with which I sense comfortable. Matthew undresses his shoes, tugs on my string and makes me fellate his pleasurable scent of an Italian man, the scent of his male feet is so strenuous 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 scent is there, always strong, always introduce and I enjoy it, I also enjoy the fact that his nymph doesn't mind this at all, having a bf with a strenuous feet smell, who also puts his feet in the face of pathetics like me, who makes them smear their sweat, wash every inch of their strenuous man feet with my faggot tongue. I've always said that by looking at details on camera you can guess how someone's feet smell, I think looking at Santoro's socks it's a bit visible 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, highly salty, but I enjoy it, I'm a private washer for sweet men's socks like him. Santoro's nymph doesn't make noise, it's nearly as if she knows that her only role here is to satisfy 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 deserves to be idolized by all.