They went back and forth this way, Prasang accepting a piece of sliced fruit only to be assaulted by an older man’s tongue.
They tugged at the clothespins on his nipples and belly button to make him grimace and gag. I enjoyed the sound of his chokes and whimpers as they satisfied their lust upon him.
Inevitably, Gary began to play with Prasang’s big, flaccid cock, lying there on his belly like a tube steak. Through all this stimulation, even after having already spurted to big loads that day, it was stirring and thickening once again.
To be continued…