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This web site contains sexually explicit material:After several months off and traveling to France, Pascal Aubry makes a return to Men of Montreal. This day, for his return premiere, he had the honors of fucking our newest bottom boy, Kyle Champagne. Kyle, as we we've been able to see has morphed into one good bottom boy, taking dicks the size of Mam Steele with ease and hunger showing on his face. The guys chatted leisurely before shooting. They had met once last spring when Pascal was shooting with Felix Brazeau and Kyle was doing his solo performance with us. Kyle was particularly happy to hear that Pascal had spent some time in his native France these past few months, yet disappointed that he hadn't gone as far as his native Alsace region bordering Germany. These guys were eager to shoot. Pascal hadn't cum in a few days, so was hankering to blow a load (and when you see his cum shot, you'll understand that he was indeed eager to shoot a wad of jizz. But they were in a particularly playful mood. While Marko was shooting close-ups Kyle would extend his hand and massage Marko's stirring dick. Marko kept steady, not letting Kyle throw him off, but he couldn't resist giving a helping hand when Kyle & Pascal were having trouble lining up Pascal's dick into our bottom boy's asshole. We see him extend his hand and line Pascal's dick into his partner's hungry butt. Marko seemed to enjoy himself... Our two stars kept at it until Pascal could hold back no more. While Kyle was on all fours, Pascal was pumping his hole intensely from behind. Feeling his jizz work its way out, he pulled his dick out of Kyle's hole and shot a load that went as far as Kyle's head. Quite a load puddled on Kyle's lower and middle back. After rubbing some of his white spunk on his partner's back, Kyle got up sat on the couch, spreading the fresh load all over the throw blanket and chesterfield. He then unloaded his own spunk, overreaching Pascal's waiting face and going as far up as his own face. These boys were spent. Content. And, fulfilled. So were we...