Teen painting
I stop to ask if he wants to go inside. With a devilish look in his eyes, he gets off me, and pulls me after him. We make it to the back door, he turns around and we kiss some more. He wraps his legs around me, I heave him up, leaning him against my hardening penis, I can feel his youthful manhood press against my stomach as we kiss. I push the back door open, and carry Him inside, he releases his grip around my neck and sets down on his own two feet. With one smooth yank, he peels my tshirt...