“Michaels pushed against the center of Judge’s back, urging him to bend forward as he dropped to his knees pulling the towel off that round ass. “W-what are you doing?” Judge stuttered. “Getting my kiss.” “Wait a minute. Not… not there,” Judge argued, still not pulling away. “Are you going back on your word, Judge?” Michaels tsked again. “That’s not like you.” “I never go back on my word. I will kiss you.” “Unh unh unh. I said I wanted to kiss you. I said you didn’t even have to kiss me back remember?” Michaels ran his tongue over the silky black hairs on Judge’s ass. “I’m gonna kiss you right here until I’m as satisfied as you were with your dinner.” Judge snarled, “You sneaky bastard.” Michaels smiled and feasted his eyes on his dessert.”