Hot in their-well wornness and darkened sweatband that once so lazily clasped the tight and hairless waistline just below the dip of his perfectly cut 'v' -but concealing his perfect little cock that once he got solid grew to a beautiful seven inches plus of thin, perfectly rideable meat that sweat much into these boxers they snugglin so tightly with for the past two days of hustling, getting high, running, sweating, dancing and fucking.
To sniff the scent of his sweat-stained underwear from the hours of walking up and down back and forth and to and from hell in the one day since being released from jail is deeply entrenched in the seams of this cheap fabric. Im sitting in the damp dank baby blue boxer shorts of the sexiest street hustler ive ever had the pleasure of repeatedly swallowing.
