ROSCOE WAS supposed to be going out now to check on the venue prior to his plan a while ago, but here he is, writhing on the bed while moaning and groaning because of Yrozze. f*****g demonic bastard. He was agonizing because of Yrozze's sinful tongue that continued to dominate his c**k, inside of his mouth.
The way he professionally sucked his c**k was aching him so much that he couldn't properly stilled his legs. His mouth was sated with warmness.
"A-Ah! f**k. S-Stop it! Its very dirty. Ah f**k!" He moaned. He gripped a handful of his hair and tried to pull his mouth away from his c**k, but he couldn't Yrozze was too strong and Roscoe was loosing strength. His head fell on his back as his hand moved involuntarily as to follow his moving head.
When Roscoe felt his c**k free from Yroz
