Malik should have questioned being the only one there when he entered the club, yet the pulsing music had already begun to entrance him from the outside. As soon as he stepped in and saw the DJ’s eyes, he was under the DJ’s spell. He took off his shirt and approached, ready to kiss the muscled stand in the DJ booth. And yet as he got closer, the music began to affect him more and more. Usually Malik dominated other men with his big cock, but now all he wanted was to submit.
Malik felt his cock pressing tightly against his jeans. He had to free it. And yet as he did, the special trance mix made him feel so relaxed that he could barely stand on his own. He leaned up against the wall, allowing himself to give in further and further to the music. The more he gave in, the more his big black penis began to swell. It was no wonder guys flocked to him, and it.
But not today. Today was all about his holes.
But not today. Today was all about his holes.
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