“I’m going to c*m,” said the king. “I can’t help it.”
“Do it,” said Pan, panting. “Do it!”
The king began pounding Pan, who reached down to cup the king’s meaty butt cheeks in his hands. As the king slammed his hips down against him, Pan pulled down with his hands and bucked his hips upwards. The sensitive tissue of his anal sphincter, already stretched to accommodate the girth of the king’s c**k, felt as though it were on fire.
“Here it comes,” grunted the king.
Pan’s mouth was pressed against the king’s. As the king shot his load into Pan’s tight arse, Pan swallowed each burst of the king’s breath. The sharp intakes of breath through the king’s nostrils were loud in his ears and sent tingles down his spine, while the sweat from the king’s brow showered him like dozens of tiny kisses.
