Don't spit

"No. Lubricate it yourself. I'm doing enough already.”

“Um… how boring. You need to get beaten up.”

You hear Rick spitting in his own hand and he quickly takes his hand to his cock, rubbing it. You could hear the gooey noise as it spread there, and you even looked to the side, seeing his saliva being spread on that mast, making it bright.

He spits again.

While he still squeezes your butt, he jerk off again quickly, slapping you gently on the back every now and then. The strange noise his saliva makes on his own cock is still audible, making strange sounds.

At one point, Rick stops masturbating and grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing hard, digging his fingers into your flesh. He was going so deep that you felt his thumbs pressing against your balls. You had no reaction other than grunting. Rick brought his face up to your ass and licked the leather of your pants. He really wants to get in there. You would leave him with just that little taste.

As he rose, he swung his cock again, looking like a warm giant in the midst of that chill above the Wall. Suddenly his hand was in front of your face, but much closer. Three fingers touched your lips, trying to invade your mouth. The smell that emanated from his hard hands was of his own saliva, of sweat, and also of a delicious musky smell that seduced you. You felt your underwear wet with pre-cum. You wondered what to do...