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After I finished and had him suck the last drop out it was time to get back to our trip. Still standing on his legs and seeing his pain I turned back around and sat hard on his shoulders. I tapped him on the head and said UP. He was weak and stumbled getting up and fell to the ground flat on his face with me sitting on his head now smashing his face into the dirt and rocks. He said he was sorry and to forgive him this one time. I told him this would be the only time. I slid down to his back and he got on all fours, then I slid back to his shoulders and told him to get up. He strained but was able to get up being careful to not stumble again. We walked for about 30 minutes all the time with him kissing and licking the sides and head of my cock, when we came to a river. He said it was about 5 or 6 feet deep and we could swim across. I told him I was not going to swim, that I had him to get me across. He said he couldn’t hold his breath and hold me on his shoulders without falling. I.

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