began to rub the buttercream up and down, up and down his crack. Every time I got close to his hole he’d wiggle to try to force me inside but I didn’t comply. I teased him. The more I teased, the louder he got. His dick was leaking steadily against my tongue, the taste of sugar and salt mixing in a way that made me harder than steel. I couldn’t wait to pound his ass, to take him till he cried, till I got to see his eyes blur with tears and he spilled his pleasure onto his creamy, freckle-dotted belly.
