“God, I knew your mouth would be heaven,” Hardy groans as he continues to f**k Luke’s mouth. He buries his hand in Luke’s soft hair, cradling his head and keeping him in place. “You’re such a good cocksucker. Are you enjoying this as much as me, boy? You want me to use you like the little slut you are?”
Luke hums in assent. The sound reverberates across Hardy’s skin and enhances the already mind-blowing pleasure. And by the state of Luke’s d**k, he is enjoying the blowjob alright. The erection between his legs is an angry red and wet with pre-come. As Luke works his mouth on Hardy, a surreptitious hand comes forward to stroke his own c**k. The movements grow fast, and he seems to be close to orgasming.
Hardy reluctantly pulls back, and Luke whimpers unhappily. Hardy’s grip on Luke’s hair
