Suck his fingers

The quality of the musky smell emanating from the man's hand makes you not spit his hand, but lick his rough fingers. His harsh fingers stun your taste with a salty taste of sweat and something else. The combination of odors hits you in the nose, and you recognize the smell, and the taste of... dick? And cum? When he took his hand out of your mouth, you finally spat in his hand. He fiddled with your cheeks and tongue before returning to his own cock. Your lips were bright and wet.

"Huum!"

He was now moaning louder. Probably would cum. The **** with which he squeezed your butt also said that. Rick bent his huge member to the edge of the Wall. He moaned loudly, and then let out jets and jets of hot fucking in the snow below two hundred meters.

He moans a lot, lucky the wind is louder...

He kept smiling, eyes closed, as he reveled in his jacking off. Finally, he put the cock in his pants and approached you, dizzy and breathless.

"Thanks, boy, I really needed this", he chuckled. "I hope we can do this again, only in a more private place where I can fuck you until I break your legs!"

You, without reaction, stayed there. Before leaving, Rick slapped your butt that made a loud crack, and above all, it hurt. It was so strong that you jumped forward.

Damn asshole! Your butt was already too sore from the squeezes he gave you, but that slap was worth all the squeezes together.

And your cock hurt too... would need to relieve yourself later.