I puckered up my lips like they do in selfies, and pressed his tip into my hole; his legs jerked when he was all the way in. I pulled my head back, sn...ffing his dick in. The smell of him made me moan, sending wild vibrations all along my lips; it tickled so much that I giggled like a schoolgirl. I pushed forward for another deep round, he started shaking like he had the Holy Ghost in him, gasping and painting like he needed help. Grains of sand sprinkled onto my shoulder as he grabbed onto my. He gently prodded, but Dylan continued to withdraw. Frustrated that Dylan seemed to be regressing, he asked Sheila, his executive assistant, what to do. She suggested stepping back and letting the troubled young man come to him. He didn’t like the advice, but trusted her judgment enough to follow it. Fortunately the wait was short. It was Friday morning when Dylan came to his office. As soon as Dylan entered, he saw the tension in his young friends face and when the apologies started, Peter. ”“And as we both know; that dragon loving bastard was even more trouble than my sister had reckoned on,” Jay said as he fingered a long scar that ran across his face and down his neck to disappear into his habit.He took a long drink from a bottle, as he watched the two men work. “It is amusing that after all the trouble I went to, to get that scent, we didn’t even need it. I couldn’t believe our luck when Queen Fleur’s latest fledgling flew straight into my arms. The God of Darkness, truly. He exited my booth and I noticed another guy standing outside with his hand in his shorts. At this point, my shirt was off and my pants pushed all the way down to my ankles. He edged in the booth and asked me, “Do you suck?” I answered yes with enthusiasm, and he came the rest of the way in to booth and closed the door. Pushing his shorts the rest of the way down to below his knees, he presented me with a fairly hard dick of average length. I went down on the bare floor to get better leverage.