"Oh god," Brice moaned, relinquishing his flagging cock to Ray's bigger hand. His body sparked with electricity as the older man pulled out the last bit of cum and the aftershocks of his climax. "God, thank you," Brice said, seeing his mess on Ray's chest, the way it slung to the hairs there, the tiny trails it made before succumbing to the air and starting to dry.
"I want it, Ray," Brice promised, stepping down off the sofa and getting onto his knees. His hands went to the back of Ray's knees to pull him just a little but off the cushion. "Fuck my face Ray. I know you weren't hurt me. I want that load in your mouth and on my face. Please." Brice was desperate for what he knew would be thick, and big, and salty.
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Date: 2019-07-08 11:40 pm (UTC)"I want it, Ray," Brice promised, stepping down off the sofa and getting onto his knees. His hands went to the back of Ray's knees to pull him just a little but off the cushion. "Fuck my face Ray. I know you weren't hurt me. I want that load in your mouth and on my face. Please." Brice was desperate for what he knew would be thick, and big, and salty.