Argentine hunger: PeterA's insatiable pija craving

"Me encanta chupar pija," PeterA purrs, his eyes locked onto the prize before him. He's been craving this moment all day, the anticipation building as he wandered the streets of Neuquén. Now, finally, he's on his knees, his hands gripping the firm ass of the man standing before him. He leans in, his tongue tracing the vein that pulses along the underside of the throbbing pija. He takes it in, inch by inch, his lips stretching wide to accommodate the girth. He can feel the man's hands tangling in his hair, urging him on, and he obliges, his head bobbing eagerly, the sound of wet, sloppy sucking filling the room.

• petera
• neuquen

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