I chuckle, licking him broadly before easing back. “Beg me, little Colt. Let me hear you.” He huffs out a breath, his ass waiting in front of me, a dusting of hair covering his balls as I roll them in my palm. King stares back at me from atop his right ass cheek, permanent and stunning. “I want your tongue in my ass,” he finally says, half huff, half moan. “Please. Please, King. Tongue me, and fuck me, and make me come so hard I forget my own fucking name.”
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