Impulsively, he tapped the screen. The room was surprisingly quiet, and Oliver peeled the label off his third beer. Xxx There was an expensive looking phone in his pocket, which was surprisingly unlocked, and Jack swiped through it for a second. Olly felt the man’s gaze on his back, and hoped he wasn’t blushing. “Wake up! “Hope you’re not firing me, then,” Oliver replied, and sat down hesitantly on one of the plush velvet backed chairs. The need to cum was overwhelming, and Oliver had to sink his teeth into his wrist in order to keep his mind off his cock. “Breathe,” Jack commanded, and stroked the fat, throbbing length of Oliver’s cock. “Your blush,” Jack snarled, his voice low and thorny from the alcohol, “How far does it go down?”
In response, Olly moaned articulately, and allowed his thin white shirt to be ripped in
