Roy grabbed Tucker by his dark, shaggy hair as Tucker went in for the fifth or six smooch with Chad. It was forceful and desperate, “Get back down there, Animal,” and he shoved him into place. “And you, over here.” He took Chad by the wrist and put him right beside Tucker. Chad went to kneel. “No. Come closer.” Face to face, “Right there,” Roy said. He kept his forehead and chin against Chad’s and groaned a slew of sounds into him, while thrusting his lower half at Tucker, who looked up at both, while working Roy’s organ with his mouth. It felt thicker and harder than before, not as much as Chad’s, but still, it was definitely ready to burst. Tucker teased the tip, applying suction, licking at the tiny lips where Roy’s semen would shoot out and slather his tongue and the back of his throat
