Prissie Doll
Emanuele is hiding in his room, where he was doing what had become a ritual. He felt embarrassed and ashamed for himself, but at the same time a certain irrepressible excitement in observing how his firm buttocks were all right, with that thong tight upon his ass. The cloth caused him a pleasant hassle between the buttocks and divided his scrotum in half, he was to move from the hassle but tried to hold on a little 'to admire the mirror. It was always painful to shave his legs,...