Hector's POV.
‘f**k,’ I growl at his words, working out his belt buckle and pulling it all the way down to his knees. ‘And here was I thinking you're innocent. This whole pretty d**k for me,’ I stroke his p***s, inciting a soft moan from him.
‘Take all you need,’
‘Damn, you're wet enough,’ I kneel properly and slide a finger up his hole where there's moisture. My tongue slowly moves up his shaft. ‘Now that's good lollipop,’
‘Oh God,’ he breathes, and I look up at his burning face.
‘Don't go all shy on me now cause this f**k is gonna be a tough one. We'll be in here for a long while,’ I part my lips wider to accommodate his size and choke out a little as the crown of his d**k hits the back of my throat, my mouth watering. He tastes like mint and blueberries and I'm a lucky man if I get
