hand in august’s curls to tug back on his hair, forcing him to look up at the goliath of a frat boy.
why don’t you just relax tonight, baby? let me take the reins.
gentle smack to his pretty face.
bouncing the cheeks around his face, doughy pale mounds practically clapping against his features. smothered between them, he’s kissing august’s cunt like it’s the love of his life.
i need it so badly.
thrusting forward, grinding against august’s foot. +
your ass is genuinely fucking perfect.
hypnotized by every ripple of august’s cheeks, he took each of them in his massive hands. prying them the side, he dove forward to plant a big, romantic kiss right to august’s jock pussy.
mmph !
neglected cock bouncing as his tongue +
as soon as he has permission, his mouth is attached to august’s ass. kissing at the perfect curve of his ass again & again.
thank you . . . mm, thank you.
back & forth between the ever bouncing cheeks, tongue occasionally poking out to taste the skin—hands at his sides.
large hands reach up to peel down the athlete’s shorts. tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth, almost cartoonishly hungry.
eyes widening when he’s greeted with the sight of that perfect ass . . .
i’m — i’m obsessed with you.




