[ Billy grinds into Gator's palm, and he's so drunk he doesn't even know if he can get fully hard, but he doesn't care. It feels so damn good, makes him groan into Gator's mouth, eyes closed. His thumb rubs against Gator's pierced nipple through his shirt as he tilts his head to allow him better access to his throat, gasping when he bites down. ]
Fuck, daddy...
[ He shivers, Gator's voice a low growl against his ear, making him giggle. Flicking his tongue out over his lips, Billy watches him undress, transfixed. He's about to get down on his knees when Gator pulls him close again, rubbing his cock against the front of his jeans, feeling himself getting harder, slowly.
As torturous as it is to pull away from him, it's worth it for this. Billy drops to his knees less than graciously, getting in close, left hand against Gator's thigh, right curling around the length of his cock, stroking. ]
Everybody's gonna know you fucked me. [ He's grinning up at him, leaning in to kiss the head of his cock. ] You're so fuckin' hot.
[ Billy presses a few more wet kisses to the head before circling it with his tongue, paying extra attention to the slit, groaning at the taste of his precome. From there he takes the head into his mouth, looking up at Gator through his eyelashes, sucking gently. He likes to start slow, really drive him wild before things get more aggressive. ]
[ gator groans, hips jumping to meet billy's kisses against his cock. he slides his hand around the back of billy's head, fingers entwined in blonde curls. his hips roll when he takes his head in his mouth, gator already throbbing and twitching against his tongue. ]
Oh, fuck. Oh, baby.
[ another grunt, pelvis jerking as gator pulls billy's hair. it's not enough to hurt, no, not now, that's later - but gator can't help but enjoy the hot, wet suction. his hips thrust shallowly, holding billy's head as he gently face-fucks him. his balls tighten, shaft straining as billy's sloppy mouth makes him see stars. he backs against the wall, ass to the drywall, hips shifting as he can't help himself. the sound of the party still lingers from room to room, but all gator can think of is bending billy over something and pounding him into oblivion. it makes precome spurt, gator biting down on his lip. ]
Ngh, fuck. Open that throat. Let me in.
[ he pulls billy's hair again, fist now at the back, covered in blonde. gator's pelvis ruts, balls slapping against billy's throat. he whines, toes curling, panting, knowing that if he doesn't pull away soon, he's going to come. ]
Just a little more, baby, fuck, just a little fuckin' more.
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Fuck, daddy...
[ He shivers, Gator's voice a low growl against his ear, making him giggle. Flicking his tongue out over his lips, Billy watches him undress, transfixed. He's about to get down on his knees when Gator pulls him close again, rubbing his cock against the front of his jeans, feeling himself getting harder, slowly.
As torturous as it is to pull away from him, it's worth it for this. Billy drops to his knees less than graciously, getting in close, left hand against Gator's thigh, right curling around the length of his cock, stroking. ]
Everybody's gonna know you fucked me. [ He's grinning up at him, leaning in to kiss the head of his cock. ] You're so fuckin' hot.
[ Billy presses a few more wet kisses to the head before circling it with his tongue, paying extra attention to the slit, groaning at the taste of his precome. From there he takes the head into his mouth, looking up at Gator through his eyelashes, sucking gently. He likes to start slow, really drive him wild before things get more aggressive. ]
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Oh, fuck. Oh, baby.
[ another grunt, pelvis jerking as gator pulls billy's hair. it's not enough to hurt, no, not now, that's later - but gator can't help but enjoy the hot, wet suction. his hips thrust shallowly, holding billy's head as he gently face-fucks him. his balls tighten, shaft straining as billy's sloppy mouth makes him see stars. he backs against the wall, ass to the drywall, hips shifting as he can't help himself. the sound of the party still lingers from room to room, but all gator can think of is bending billy over something and pounding him into oblivion. it makes precome spurt, gator biting down on his lip. ]
Ngh, fuck. Open that throat. Let me in.
[ he pulls billy's hair again, fist now at the back, covered in blonde. gator's pelvis ruts, balls slapping against billy's throat. he whines, toes curling, panting, knowing that if he doesn't pull away soon, he's going to come. ]
Just a little more, baby, fuck, just a little fuckin' more.