Greyson
The next thing I know, Quinn grabs my head to keep me in place and slams deep into my mouth. The tip of his c*ock breaches past the back of my throat, deep, deep inside me. My eyes water immediately - from the strain, from the intensity of all this, from how much I am turned on being used this unappogetically.
“God, you are so tight,” Quinn whispers, keeping us both locked in that position as he catches his breath while I’ve lost mine. “You take me in so well, big boy.”
And with that he finally moves. There is nothing restrained in the movements of his body. Hard, fast, dominant, Quinn makes worth of my words to use me and the way he does it is delicious and deprived, and I can’t have enough of it.
I can feel the slide of his c*ock over my tongue, the stretch of my lips almost
