His eyes flicked down my body. Gay sex I was a mess. He spit in my hole, tongue-fucked it until I was a whining mess, and told me I tasted like his cum. Just shifted behind me. “Maybe I should come back after the wedding is over and fuck you again.”I smirked. Nothing could. But his cock was pounding my spot too perfectly. “I swear to God,” he muttered. Still sweating. He spit in my hole, tongue-fucked it until I was a whining mess, and told me I tasted like his cum. I felt the bed dip. I was already ready for round 2.He sank in slow.Every inch dragged across my ass, stretching me back out, forcing my hole to take it again. “I’m not gonna survive staying here another night.”I turned my head and looked at him, grinning. Dropped the towel, got on his knees, and rimmed me so hard I forgot my own name. Because I was still leaking when I stumbled back to the bedroom; bare, dripping, fucked-out and collapsed face-first on the bed.And it didn’t stop there.He walked in minutes later, saw me lying there with my ass on full display, and couldn’t help himself. Nothing could. “Fuck.. I could feel it flooding inside my hole.
