She hadn't meant to watch them that day- well not REALLY - but the bedroom door was left half-open. There they were, Mark on his hairy, firm belly, Pablo on top of him. His bronze, rock-hard ass pivoted in and out of Mark's pale, supple cheeks. His penis was immense, slathered in various juices and flavors of masculinity. She could hear Mark moan with each thrust, saw his face clench up, could practically the foreskin retracting his snug hole. She waited and waited for him to sit up, to see his dick, the dick she'd watched flop in boxers and dreamt about tasting and touching. But he stayed on his stomach as Pablo clenched and shot a raw, raucous load into his compliant cheeks.