If he’d actually been a real person, I’d have had to start crisis-assistance immediately. xnx His butt-muscles were small but toned. “No,” he responded quickly, “I was choking on, on…” There was a throb of hot blood to my cock as I peered down at the beautiful boy and watched him struggle to say what he needed. I made short-work of his upper-back and shoulders, making sure to keep my hips high to prevent my cock from touching him again. For most of the time, the boy kept his eyes shut, except for when I did something new like stick my tongue into his ear, or up one of his nostrils. And that he didn’t, well, knowing how horrible he was feeling, knowing what I was doing to him, made me feel as though I had more control over the boy than I did over myself.
