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Hank Hill X Propane free porn video
It was a lazy monday morning, Hank was just getting up reminiscing about his weekend. It was getting hot in Arlen, Texas real texan weather so hot that his son Bobby came up with a few strange ideas to fight of the heat. Bobby had always been a somewhat peculiar boy, whose intrests were not in line with Hank's. But that Sunday afternoon he fellt an odd sense of pride when he discovered his sons new masturbatory practice.
Bobby was jerking his little noggin to a Strickland propane calendar. In any ther other household they would have said that boy ain't right, but Hank knew that Bobby finally gave in to his odorless misstress propane. He got a little scared too, the boy gave in a bit too much to propane, he himself had been in the propane buisness all his life and his mind was always fixated on propane and propane excessories, but was he ready to take the next step and get physical with propane.
His mind pondered all these questions he had, while Peggy made him breakfast, Bobby came in the room still looking ashamed, staring at the ground, trying to get his breakfast down as fast as possible. Hank decided he would not do anything about the situation untill he was clear on his own feelings regarding it.
Peggy spouted some things in spanish, he barely listened it was probably something about her winning another best substitute teacher award. He came close to her and kissed her cheek goodbye as he got his car keys and left work, one last look and goodbye to Bobby.
Driving down the higway he saw a sign a sign for his company Strickland propane, his pants grew tighter. Was this just pride for his work or was it something else a lust for propane. He already had some dirty dreams about it, him cooking in the nude on a clean burning grill. His mind was wandering more and more, he was getting confused.
As luck would have it he was the only one at the shop today, Buck Strickland had invited everyone to a company picnic and Hank drew the short straw to take care of the company. He opened shop and went through his regular routine of setting up and checking all the necessary things. It was a slow day, too hot for anyone to really come around so Hank had time to glisten up the old propane bombs.
Them glistening in the sun was a magical sight for Hank, he couldn't have imagined being somewhere else right now. The bulge in his pants began appearing again. His hands slowly gliding down the gas bomb, of course using the proper technique of rubbign them from up to down. The metal began to shine Hank could see his own refelction clear as day in it. A satisfied Hyup left his lips as he gave the bomb a few last rubs.
He began rubbing it softer now, forgetting his work ethic his hands melding the cool metal, his thoughts fully engoressed on the insides of the tank that glorious liquid that turns into a gas when released. Hank imagined the release, his weiner now fully hard and pressing against the bomb. His lust getting the best of him. Hugging and caressing it's smooth soft exterior. Pressing it against his hard manly body somewhat expecting for it to pop and shower him with creamy propane goodness.
His lips moved in now too, he never got such satisfaction with Peggy and giving her the old faithfull. His lips pressing on the metal heating up the tank, Hank caught himself getting his tongue involved too, he had never used it in such a manner and would feel icky if someone did it in the movies. His tongue gliding up and down the tank exploring it's valves that gave him so much pleassure during all those years working on them.
Now he couldn't take it anymore he pulled down his jeans, exposing his fully hard pecker. He started rubbign him too against the tank, his arms still in a loving embrace of the metal, the shinny metal fellt sublime on him, like a true lovers kiss he had never experienced. He was getting excited, really excited, his panting and moaning became harder as he thrusted his fully elongated member towards the tank. He would give it a good few hard thrusts before he fellt he couldn't take it anymore.
His seed was about to cover the tank, Hank moaned increadibly deeply as he let out the contents of his manhood, he came a lot that day and fully covered the gas tank with his seed.
He would marvel at it for a while longer before, cleaning up his mess and going back to work, he was a fullfilled man now and nothing could take that away.
Bobby was jerking his little noggin to a Strickland propane calendar. In any ther other household they would have said that boy ain't right, but Hank knew that Bobby finally gave in to his odorless misstress propane. He got a little scared too, the boy gave in a bit too much to propane, he himself had been in the propane buisness all his life and his mind was always fixated on propane and propane excessories, but was he ready to take the next step and get physical with propane.
His mind pondered all these questions he had, while Peggy made him breakfast, Bobby came in the room still looking ashamed, staring at the ground, trying to get his breakfast down as fast as possible. Hank decided he would not do anything about the situation untill he was clear on his own feelings regarding it.
Peggy spouted some things in spanish, he barely listened it was probably something about her winning another best substitute teacher award. He came close to her and kissed her cheek goodbye as he got his car keys and left work, one last look and goodbye to Bobby.
Driving down the higway he saw a sign a sign for his company Strickland propane, his pants grew tighter. Was this just pride for his work or was it something else a lust for propane. He already had some dirty dreams about it, him cooking in the nude on a clean burning grill. His mind was wandering more and more, he was getting confused.
As luck would have it he was the only one at the shop today, Buck Strickland had invited everyone to a company picnic and Hank drew the short straw to take care of the company. He opened shop and went through his regular routine of setting up and checking all the necessary things. It was a slow day, too hot for anyone to really come around so Hank had time to glisten up the old propane bombs.
Them glistening in the sun was a magical sight for Hank, he couldn't have imagined being somewhere else right now. The bulge in his pants began appearing again. His hands slowly gliding down the gas bomb, of course using the proper technique of rubbign them from up to down. The metal began to shine Hank could see his own refelction clear as day in it. A satisfied Hyup left his lips as he gave the bomb a few last rubs.
He began rubbing it softer now, forgetting his work ethic his hands melding the cool metal, his thoughts fully engoressed on the insides of the tank that glorious liquid that turns into a gas when released. Hank imagined the release, his weiner now fully hard and pressing against the bomb. His lust getting the best of him. Hugging and caressing it's smooth soft exterior. Pressing it against his hard manly body somewhat expecting for it to pop and shower him with creamy propane goodness.
His lips moved in now too, he never got such satisfaction with Peggy and giving her the old faithfull. His lips pressing on the metal heating up the tank, Hank caught himself getting his tongue involved too, he had never used it in such a manner and would feel icky if someone did it in the movies. His tongue gliding up and down the tank exploring it's valves that gave him so much pleassure during all those years working on them.
Now he couldn't take it anymore he pulled down his jeans, exposing his fully hard pecker. He started rubbign him too against the tank, his arms still in a loving embrace of the metal, the shinny metal fellt sublime on him, like a true lovers kiss he had never experienced. He was getting excited, really excited, his panting and moaning became harder as he thrusted his fully elongated member towards the tank. He would give it a good few hard thrusts before he fellt he couldn't take it anymore.
His seed was about to cover the tank, Hank moaned increadibly deeply as he let out the contents of his manhood, he came a lot that day and fully covered the gas tank with his seed.
He would marvel at it for a while longer before, cleaning up his mess and going back to work, he was a fullfilled man now and nothing could take that away.
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