You’re like a sugar rush
Aether with his hands all over Phantom.
Aether eating out and going down on his little Bug until he’s crying, messing his stomach, but Aeth is just cooing and purring at him, “Just one more for me, starlight. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
Phantom sniffing, feeling overwhelmed and wrung out, but it does feel good and he does want to come again. Wants to be a good boy for this rugged, sexy Quint, who’s pulling his orgasms out of him one by one until Phantom feels like he has nothing left to give.
But then Aether stops playing with him and Phantom’s eyes start to well again, but he is completely mesmerized by the sight of Aether’s thick cock, heavy and leaking between his fuzzy thighs.
Phantom’s hole clenches weakly, dribbling and slick from Aether’s mouth and his own excitement, as the Quint leans over him and Phantom instinctively spreads his legs invitingly.
“I needed you ready for me, Bug, but then all of you tasted so good, so sweet. I couldn’t help myself.” The head of Aether’s cock brushed Phantom’s entrance and he whimpered, trying to pull Aeth closer.
The instant the larger Quint was buried to the hilt, Phantom spurted across his stomach, stuffed so full. But Aether had just started moving and tears slid down Phantom’s constellation-speckled cheeks. He was Aether’s good boy; and the larger Quint had just gotten started.
