You stand up slowly and turn to face him.“Young man,” you intone icily, “just what was that all about?”He turns a dozen shades of crimson and ...tarts to babble. The corners of your mouth curve into a grin and you stop his words by stepping forward and giving him a deep open-mouth kiss. He freezes for a second - just a bare second - then his arms go around you and he leans into the kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth and playing tug-of-war with yours. God, he’s good! One hand slides down to. Donny has always acted this way when we played games. I always wondered why I agreed to playing with him because it always ends up the same way with him cursing like a sailor and running away like a 12 year old. He’s 18 but thats what he acts like. You would never guess he was 18 looking at him either because he looks like a grown man. Unfortunately, I got all the bad genes in my f****y, I looked 17 instead of 23. I had some acne, I still have braces, I wear contacts replacing my old glasses.. He knew I hadn’t deep-throated but he assured me that he had fucked enough cocksuckers to know how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would interrupt his mouthfucking pleasure. “Okay queer boy. This is your lucky day. Open up. Open your mouth!”His other hand braced my head and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my mouth. My lips meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly fuck me while my insides began to literally vibrate. He had quickly come to discover that, as in virtually every other respect, this too was identical when it came to the twins, the shape, the size, even the amount they came, all the same. He choked on her fat cock as Brittany came inside of him, the pool of heat within him growing as she shot sticky rope after sticky rope into him, using him for her pleasure, in that moment nothing more than a toy to them both.As Brittany’s climax subsided and her cock started to soften, still buried deep within.