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Damien was in pure heaven. It was clear as crystal that the salivating giant could not get enough, and neither could Milo. The good doctor examines his boy closely, thoroughly, and patiently. As Bob held Milo tightly to him, they melted into each other’s kisses. He can tell it's time to claim his prize.

Milo was someone he could count on. Every crevice, every button, every inch of flesh is pressed, kneaded, tasted. One time, when the two of them were making out in the clubhouse, Milo shared a secret with his tall tower of a boss: Milo found himself daydreaming while busy at work in a client’s garden and he would often fantasize about Bob, about how the giant landscaper was so much larger than himself and about Bob’s beautiful, huge cock.

Bob’s all-too-soon orgasm bubbled forth as he rammed into his tiny coworker over, and over, and over again. As their heavy breathing and sweaty bodies come to rest in the patio shade, Dr. Wolf wonders where else on his property, and in the world, he can take his boy next. Damien was almost bowled over by how massive the cum shots were, and how many!

The boss was wild about the fact that he was always on Milo’s mind. He was rock-hard before he could even close the door behind him. Milo’s big, brown, adoring eyes, which seemed to only ever be looking at him, were such a turn-on for Bob. And over time, it got to the point where Bob’s adrenaline would start to kick in when approaching the clubhouse—he no longer had to guess whether Milo would be there.

The plumber smiled widely and happily acquiesced. Damien stood on his tip-toes, wrapped his arms around Mr. Marko’s broad shoulders and kissed him. Not when he was inside this nymph, not ever. The garden was Wolf's property. If amazing sex like that was something they could look forward to each day at breaktime, Bob made up his mind right then and there that he’d have to figure out a way to take more breaks…!