After, Richard reaches for a tissue in the cabinet beside the bed and cleans his hand, tossing the tissue away, trying to carefully keep the covers from slipping off them.
“What would you like?” Zack asks, his hand on Richard’s chubby lower stomach. He loves the softness of the skin, the warmth of the roundness.
“Anything you want to do, as long as I get to come. Touching you had me so turned on, my d**k is aching,” Richard says, leaning in to kiss Zack again.
“I’d like to taste you,” Zack tells Richard softly.
Richard shudders and kisses him hard. “I’d like that.”
Zack kisses Richard once more on his full lips and then slides down under the covers. He hasn’t got the most experience giving head, having been married to a cis woman for so long, and being faithful all that time. But Zack
