I put my foot down over two of the eight frat brothers. I add more pressure and the bugs start just fighting up a storm. Their friends are beating on my foot to let them go. I can barely feel their pitiful kicks and punches. I pick up one and stuff him down my jock. He gets wedged behind my quickly hardening manhood. The strong musk of my crotch got to him right away. Surprised he didn't ralph.
I was in a rather evil mood this wonderful day. I picked up one of the remaining five and held him tight in my hand. he was probably about 6'1", 190 lbs, around 21 years old and a little tipsy. Looked like he worked out, but had a little beer gut.
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