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You look up at Gabe and he gives you a small, confident smile. Your cock throbs painfully between your legs, **** for a relief that Gabe now has total control over and he knows it. Your eyes move back down to the thick head of his penis, pulsing expectantly as it grows to full hardness inches away from your face.

You let your tongue part your lips, lean closer, and lick the underside of his cockhead.

"That's a good boy, Spot," he moans above you "Very good boy!"

The taste of him and the peanut butter mix on your tongue, the salty sweetness and the strangely intoxicating flavour of his skin and sweat underneath it. You lick again, harder this time. His moans grow deeper. You shuffle forward on your knees and bury your face in his crotch, lapping up and down his cock.

"Good boy," Gabe repeats as your tongue traces along one of the veins of his shaft, following it until your cheek is pressing against his pubic hair. Obscene slurping noises escape from your mouth as you lick the root of his cock clean of the peanut butter. He pats at the back of your neck and strokes your shoulders. "Keep going, Spot!"

His other hand then lifts his large, hairy testicles to your lips, just as sticky with the peanut butter as his dick. "Get it all, all your treat."

You glance up at him. His head is rolled back as he groans. You open wide and suck one of his balls into your mouth. Your tongue runs wild, darting around the sweaty flesh, sucking up every little bit of your sticky treat. When it's clean, you go right for the other one and do the same. Gabe takes his cock in his hand and starts stroking. With each stroke, you feel his ballsack tighten on your tongue.

"Oh fuck" Gabe yells, "you're good at tha-I mean, that's a good boy!" The hand at the back of your neck suddenly grips and he pulls you away from his balls. Your mouth hangs open, tongue lolling out, chest rising and falling as you pant. "I'm gonna give you another treat, Spot," he groans "for being so good." His fingers move up to your hair, take a handful, and guide you back towards the tip. It's throbbing with his heartrate, a thin, silvery stream of precum running down it and mixing with the leftover peanut butter. You gladly take it between your lips.