What does he want?
Your tongue, his asshole.
Leaning with his back against the wall and his foot propped up on a chair, Rafael's head rolls back and he lets out a satisfied moan. One hand is busy playing with his cockhead, while the other helps to keep him steady as you rub your nose into his bulbous dangling sack. "Oh yeah..." he growls, looking down at you, your face split under his cock. "You're nasty, aren't you?"
Biting your lip at him, you let out a little chuckle before ducking out of his sight, working up a good gob and spitting it hard against his ring. "Only because you are," you tease, moving in and shoving your face into his taint. Resting his nuts on your eyes, you lay your tongue flat, press it up and rub your face wildly. He grunts loudly, and you hear his hand start to move faster. Shuffling forwards, you crane your neck a little more and grab his butt. You take a big whiff of his scent and let it out audibly before jabbing into him, slurping up a storm. His cheeks tense and his hips jerk forwards, sending his sack sliding up your forehead. Manifesting a second mouth on it, you take it in and suck on his balls, and roll them around hungrily. With a haughty laugh in your throat, you use both mouths on him, one giving his rim a proper cleaning and the other coaxing his balls to cook up a big load for you.
Swearing under his breath, he reaches down and takes hold of your head. Spreading his legs wider, he pulls you out and you make the other mouth disappear before he can see it. He looks down at you, breathing heavily with madness in his eyes. Shifting his hand down to his shaft, he commands you to open your mouth. Happily, you oblige him, and he starts to squat slightly, dipping his sack into your expectant orifice. Always wanting to accommodate, and encourage, debauchery, you suck on them greedily, making a popping noise every time he withdraws. Bracing your hands on his legs, you slide a finger to his ring and apply light pressure onto it, teasing penetration.
Apparently, that is the line that he will not cross, and he punishes you for it by angling his cock down and stuffing it into your mouth. You gag believably as he forces his way past your tonsils, until about two-thirds of his cock is in, when you tighten your throat, making him earn the rest. He holds you in place, exhaling sharply through his nose, as your throat muscles constrict and quiver around his cock and your tongue flaps against his undershaft. Making the right noises and movements, you 'struggle' as your air starts to run out and your make-up starts to run.
He pulls out suddenly, yanks you up and kisses you roughly, before spinning around and pushing you into the wall. Looking over your shoulder, you pant in anticipation as he spreads your spit all along his cock, and licks his lips, before pulling your hips back and lining up for entry.
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