I grab my prey

“Get over here, you little pervert!” I lunge at John, yanking down his shorts in one swift swipe. He startles at my ferocity, but I don’t care how he’s feeling unless it’s an emotion which inflates his pecker. He certainly seems to be feeling something like that now, his penis is already semi-erect and hardening fast!

With one hand stuffed into my sweatpants vigorously shlicking away at my dripping snatch, and the other wrapped around his small cock, I roughly fap my little brother like I’m milking a cow. Goddamn, he feels so perfect in my hand, his precum lets me slide up and down his shirt shaft fluidly, making a sensual squelching noise like he’s fucking a sloppy cunt. Fuck, I want him in me, not my fist! John whimpers and quivers, clearly overwhelmed by the fucking I’m giving him. The bastard should be grateful, his unnatural sexiness is enough to get me this riled up about him.