Luis drove home as fast as he could. He was rock hard, feeling his tiny captive now struggling underneath the foreskin of his Latin cock. He was sure that the precum he was leaking had to be at least causing the tiny man some trouble as it oosed out and gathered inside the excess skin that was pulled down in his tight boxer briefs and pants. As soon as he walked through the door at his apartment, he kicked off his work boots and ripped off his dirty work shirt and sweaty off-white undershirt, stained from weeks of being worn and not washed. The smell of musk and armpit were rank. Luis lifted his arm and took a whiff of his extremely hairy pit, covered in deep patch of black hair. The stink was powerful. "Whew! I smell like shit!" He remarked, both disgusted by his own horrific hygiene and aroused by the pheromones and manly smell.
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