Squeeze his length to the same frantic rhythm he was fucking my face mere moments ago.
“Please!” shouts Zero at the top his lungs, grasp continuously oscillating between pulling me closer and pushing me away.“Please, let me come!”
“No.”
Spit yet again begins trailing past my pressed lips towards his surprisingly smooth sack.
Didn’t know he shaves or perhaps waxes.
It honestly makes me want to drop my attention down to it.
Trace his balls with my tongue.
One.
Then the other.
Collect them both at once and guzzle them together like I’m guzzling his cock.
Groans spring free over the idea alone adding maddening vibrations to a situation my best friend is already white knuckling through.
DiosMio,why do I find his struggle deliciously addictive?
Why is it the more he fights himself for control the faster my palm pumps my pants covered dick?
And why the fuck am I so close to coming too?
This isn’t normal.
Noneof this is normal.
Which doesn’t have to be a bad thing…or does it?
“Pleaseeeeeee,” airily sobs the one person on the planet I’d do anything for.“Pleaseeeee, let me come, Ravencroft.Pleaseeeeeeeeee…”
An irrefutable, malevolent hum precedes her coldly announcing, “Never forget it’smeyou answer to in this world, Fiorenzo.”
Zero’s cock noticeably thickening has my fingers moving faster against my own.
Rubbing and needily trying to cup my balls.
Fuck, I’m so close.
Close enough that I’ll come when he comes and playoff the mess during mental redirect in the car.
“You may borrow a watercraft vehicle.”
Defeated pants in him spark them in me.
“And you may come,” Ravencroft indifferently declares, “while Garcia swallows.”
And I do.
The instant the first blast hits the back of my throat I greedily groan and gag and gag and moan; however the next is when I savagely begin gorging on the salty, blazing heat, allowing it to simultaneously sooth and sear my sore, elongated muscles alike, prompting my own load to rush past my tip, soaking my boxer briefs.
My pants.
My palm.
