Papi jumped off the bed. He quickly grabbed a bottle of lube from his travel bag. He squirted it generously into his large hands.
The consultant slapped an oily hand on the trussed up stud's throbbing c**k. He coated the length of Dave's manstick with the slick substance. With his other hand, he tickled Dave's interior thigh.
"That feels so incredible," Dave whined through clenched teeth.
"If you want to c*m, you'll tell me where the phone is," Papi said.
"Not that, I can't."
Papi instantly stopped all contact with the jock's fit body. He shrugged, "I guess you'll have to relieve your own pressure somehow." Papi picked up his travel bag and turned to leave the room.
Dave fought with the ropes keeping him in his spread-eagle position. His c**k leaked more precum and pulsated li
