“S-sure, I know,” the other man might hurry to assure the husband who knelt so subserviently at his feet and yet who looked up across the throbbing head of the nude guest’s glistening, saliva-slicked c**k with such a smugly knowing expression upon his shameless, cocksucking face. Embarrassedly the man might lick his lips. “No, I swear. God, I’m not gonna come in your mouth,” he protested. “I just…well, come on, man, I just need to—to—to get sucked really good! Mm, that’d feel so nice…”
“You’re sure…?” Brad might tease his willing victim dryly, cradling the cool flesh of the man’s sperm-heavy scrotum with one contemplative hand while his lips coyly avoided the swollen purple thing that throbbed so close before them. “You’re not gonna give me your jizz?”
“No…” the other might whisper, his
