Aladdin pays his taxes

"Alright now street rat, open up" Razoul sneered, taking his now huge and leaking horsecock into his huge hands and stroking the slick, 10-inch fuckstick.

Pulling back his thick foreskin, the familiar smell of Razoul's thick precum filled the alley and Aladdin's senses. Razoul's wife found the overwhelming scent of his precum offensive, but it made Aladdin's own cock rockhard in his slacks.

Moaning, Aladdin reached down to stroke his own hard cock through his slacks as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue; offering his upturned face for Razoul's pleasure.

"That's right, you know what I like don't you, street rat?" Razoul groaned, taking his huge cock and slapping the big, purple head against Aladdin's warm, wet tongue.

Slapping the huge head of his cock against Aladdin’s tongue several times, Razoul savoured the needy, horny look in the handsome young street rat’s eyes. The handsome street rat might have made a living servicing the lonely women of Agrabah, but he knew that what he really craved was big, hard, uncut cock.

“You ready to perform your civic duty, street rat?” Razoul asked, taking the handsome young man’s head in his strong hands.

Aladdin could only moan in the affirmative, his lips already stretched over the bulbous, purple head of the guard’s massive cock. Aladdin’s own hands were down his slacks, milking his own 7-inch cock that was leaking precum like a leaky faucet.

Growling in pleasure, the muscular guard pulled back his hips, took aim down Aladdin’s warm, wet throat and then shoved his huge cock forward, burying it in the horny street rat’s expert throat.