I could see young Scout Zack sitting with Scoutmaster Saint in the tent. I instantly ducked behind a tree and watched them, knowing instinctively that something was about to kick off. He may be a saint by name, but the Scoutmaster is definitely a devil by nature, and he is a fine figure of a man. I didn’t have to wait long for the show to begin. To be honest, I’ve never seen kissing like that. It was all tender and emotional to begin with, but then Scout Zack started pressing his hand against the giant bulge in his leader’s pants and the whole thing suddenly got way more passionate. They literally couldn’t get enough of each other. The boy was soon naked and on all fours with Scoutmaster Saint lapping at his young hole with his enormous tongue. It was like a cat drinking cream. I could hear Scout Zack whimpering. His beautiful body was writhing in anticipation. Scoutmaster Saint was inside the boy in what seemed like a heartbeat. He took him raw and he took him real hard. The sweat was dripping uncontrollably from both of them. In my mind, I was willing the Scoutmaster to go harder. I wanted to see how much the Scoutboy could take. Zack was gasping and shuddering while Saint pounded and pounded, a look of determination plastered across his sexy face, the muscles on his body rippling in time to his brutal thrusts…
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