"Let's grab a couch, bearstud."
From Create Your Own Story
Don's hands slide down your chest and undo your fly, tugging at your zipper and jeans and taking your underwear down with them. He exposes your ass, and pushes you toward one of the couches, and you half-walk, half-shuffle, your dick bobbing out in front of you, until you reach the edge of the couch. Don presses against your back, his jeans rough against the exposed flesh of your butt cheeks. He presses on your shoulders, and you lean forward, bracing your hands on the back of the couch.
Don's hands grab your waist roughly and he pulls you up. You slide both knees onto the couch, and he grunts.
"Good," he says. Then he presses his face into your ass and begins licking and slurping at your hole with abandon, making you writhe and gasp. He's an expert ass-eater, you realize, and you're soon grinding your butt into his face, gripping the back of the couch and arching your back to try and get more of his hot tongue inside you. He chews, licks, and uses his tongue, all the while his beard is a rough contrast on your skin, and you're soon breathing heavily, your dick rock hard.
"You like that?" he says, coming up for air.
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