A large pale man with black curly hair and black scales peppered over his cheeks, arms, and the back of his neck kneels atop a big blue dildo. The dildo is dripping with lube. His eyes are closed as he is caressed on the cheek by a dark skinned boy, much smaller than he is. The boy is blonde with curly hair and covered in a ton of freckles. He kneels between the man’s knees, looking up at him with a tender smile. His free hand grips the man’s pink weeping cock. A bright light glows behind them, illuminating their faces.
I rush from the chair and climb onto the bed, grabbing his neck roughly and forcing him down to my level to kiss him greedily. I stroke his cock, groaning into his open mouth at how hard and hot it is in my palm. His bouncing continues with a newfound enthusiasm, one hand steadying himself on the bed and the other gripping my bicep as he licks into my mouth. I grab him by the neck and push him away from me only by half an inch, just so I can study his wrecked expression. His eyes flutter half open to look down, glassy and begging for more of me, yet I push even farther away. “You’re so fuck- so perfect. Such a good boy.” He melts at my words, nearly slipping through my fingers as he pushes forward to capture my lips again but I stop him with a firm squeeze to his throat. “Tell me how good it feels. To fuck yourself.” “Feels so good little love.” His voice is so shaky and small, barely a whisper as his thighs start to tremble under his weight. I pull away fully and gently trail a hand up his back, feeling the goosebumps that erupt quickly. I shove him forward, too quickly for him to catch himself, so his face buries into the sheets. The toy falls out of him with a pop, tumbling into the towel.
Tell me how good it feels.