I panted then he went back in and dug his tongue up inside me. His tongue slurping out my sore hole was a shock in the best way possible. “Tastes a bit like mutton stew,” he said and was going back in again.I busted-up. He kept sucking my hole. “You must like mutton stew,” I said when I wasn’t laughing like a hyena. Gay sex My balls had unloaded hard but they were pitching the case for a round two.I turned my head more toward Mick and admired his thick-muscled form from jaw to calves. “Don’t suppose you’re up for dessert?” I asked.His head snapped toward me. “Dessert?”“Yeah you made a mess of my hole; and the way you ate me out earlier I’m figuring if you eat your cum out of me it might charge your batteries again.” My words were independent of my brain’s awareness that I felt exhausted.His green eyes were wide. “You’re wanting me to be feasting on my own spaff from your freshly-used arse-hole?”“You make it sound more romantic than I was thinking,” I replied with an eye-roll.He laughed. I enjoyed the sight of his pecs, lats, delts, and mostly his abs in motion as he chuckled; his smile was pretty eye-melting too. “Will your hubby be getting
