Description: Head down the road to Darlingtons way, on the left, youll find the ruins one day, just past stop thirty one on the west side, a spot where the curious often bide. Id heard of the lookout, a cruising delight, but curiosity pulled me off to this site. Another car parked, its driver unseen, so I stepped out to explore, to find what was in. The ruins were old, but the air felt alive, and there in the shadows, a figure arrived. Stark naked he stood, smooth and bare, a femme, all shaved, with a devilish grin. Ill call him the hilltop cock sucker, no doubt, for his mouth hung wide, and his knees hit the ground. He stroked his own shaft with a slow, steady hand, and I thought, Why not? Ill take this demand. I unzipped my pants, and he took me inside, a blowjob so good, it nearly made me subside. His mouth was a marvel, his skills divine, and he lavished my balls with a tender design. He licked and he sucked, with a rhythm so sweet, each touch sent shivers, a pleasure so deep. And I knew Id finish, no matter the time, for his touch was a spell, a passion sublime. When I was ready, he turned to the side, and I spilled my load on his smooth, bare hide. The hilltop cock sucker, so bold and so free, left me breathless, a memory to keep. So if youre passing by Darlingtons way, and you see the ruins on a quiet day, remember the tale of the curious one, and the hilltop cock sucker beneath the sun.
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