“If you want my forgiveness, Clint, you’ll need to beg for it.” “Please forgive—” “On your knees. Between my thighs.” I sent him there with a palm to his head. His hand and mouth circled my dick like a leash, tugging on my orgasm like one, too. I came within minutes. “Eat it,” I whispered, holding his face to my short nest of pubes, circling my hips and spurting my cum into his gut. “Turn around and spread yourself for me,” Clint demanded, masturbating on his knees and licking my cum from the corners of his lips. His flaring nostrils told me exactly what he wanted to put there.
