‘I don’t recall everything that happened, it was as if there was a golden haze around us. I do remember that Stella took him into herself first, b...t I didn’t care, because he was kissing ME and saying my name when they came. He was murmuring sweet things to me, even while she was greedily holding him inside herself. She was just SHOWING OFF that she was so coordinated and experienced, milking him that way and trying not to leave any for me. ‘It was Bernard, always the GENTLEMAN, who suggested. He suckled for several seconds while the bawdy man’s hips jerked involuntarily with his touch. “Ahhh, now that’s a faggot!” Omar gushed. “Pretty little mouth on a pretty little cocksucker and I’m going to enjoy the hell out it!”He began to slowly move his cock and after several minutes, managed to fit it into the boy’s throat. He fucked slowly for a while before ordering the boy to lay on his back.“This is how you fuck gurly cocksuckers!” He went to the boy and lay on top of him in a reverse. He had planned, in his attempt to escape an unwanted realty, not to be here. It was just some force outside of himself—that chance locking into the problems of the firm’s cleaning lady, that had intervened. Some insight that something inside himself had perhaps. ‘Yes, my birthday,’ Cliff’s dad mumbled. ‘Wouldn’t want to miss that.’ ‘No, we wouldn’t, would we?’ Cliff said. ‘And I’m sorry. We have a gift, I forgot to bring it tonight. Tomorrow, for sure.’ ‘A gift?’ his dad said. There was a long. Armisen kept saying, his eyes starting to roll back into his head. Carson couldn’t hold back--he groaned with equal pleasure.Suddenly Mr. Armisen's thighs started quivering as shockwaves ran through his body. Carson felt Armisen’s cock rattle around his mouth.“Do you want me to go ahead?” Mr. Armisen said into the phone. “Should we pull the plug?” He looked Carson dead in the eye.As well as he could with his face getting fucked, Carson nodded.“Alright,” said Mr. Armisen. “I’ll--”But before he.