[ Bobo Fresa ]:
Y
Dylan grinned.
Any lotion around?
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
Hold on
yes
Get some on your hand
Think about how my mouth felt on your cock
Dylan shifted, glancing around the computer lab. His cock was so hard he was burning with the need to undo his jeans and palm himself. Maybe he should have planned it better than to do this here in public.
You thinking about me, handsome?
There was a long pause, but then —
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
Yeah
You want to fuck my mouth again, don't you?
Want to sink that thick cock of yours between my lips
and pound my face hard
Feel my throat clench around you
Make me swallow you down
Silence.
or maybe it’s not my mouth you want
Maybe it’s my ass
Oh, I bet you'd feel so good
More silence.
Are you still hard?
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
Yes
How hard?
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
Fuck you
