[He feels like a greasy spoon dish being pawed and slurped by one hungry dog. That thick dick the kid so admires feels so rock hard and snugly fit into the cock ring. Precum is trying to squeeze on out with each pass of his fist. With few allowances for movement maybe the kid can tell that he's trying to rock back onto his tongue and into his fist, that or he's shaking like mad.]
Shit I love your mouth. Oh God. [Grunt. Swallow. Huff.] A-and your cock.
[Gulp.]
Everything.
[Being a big man fixed into place. Pretty fucking symbolic. That's what you do to him, Freddy. He might call the shots and treat you good as gold but he's the one who feels so damn spoiled and lucky. How sentimental. No Hallmark card ever had this kind of a photo on the front.
With hands free he'll press one to the floor the other one wants to grip onto that man's hair. Long hair is gonna stick to the sweat of his palm. He's about drenched.]
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Shit I love your mouth. Oh God. [Grunt. Swallow. Huff.] A-and your cock.
[Gulp.]
Everything.
[Being a big man fixed into place. Pretty fucking symbolic. That's what you do to him, Freddy. He might call the shots and treat you good as gold but he's the one who feels so damn spoiled and lucky. How sentimental. No Hallmark card ever had this kind of a photo on the front.
With hands free he'll press one to the floor the other one wants to grip onto that man's hair. Long hair is gonna stick to the sweat of his palm. He's about drenched.]