The Legend Of Big Ben - Chapter Ten

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Ezra dropped to his hands and knees on the black satin, spine dipped low, back arched like a bow drawn for war. He tilted his hips, presenting his perfect ass to both Ben and the camera the way a matador offers the cape: deliberate, taunting. The black thong had long since surrendered; the string disappeared between his cheeks, leaving nothing but smoot…