and pound my face hard
Yeah.
Feel my throat clench around you
Yeah.
Make me swallow you down
Fuck yeah.
Ashton bit his lip, brow furrowing.
[Dylan]:
or maybe it’s not my mouth you want
Maybe it’s my ass
Oh, I bet you'd feel so good
Yeah. Yeah, I bet it would.
And yet —
After a few more half-hearted strokes, Ashton slowed. It felt nice, but… lacking somehow. Like he was broken or something; a machine missing a piece.
[ Dylan ]:
Are you still hard?
Yes
[ Dylan ]:
How hard?
Ashton scowled.
Fuck you
[ Dylan ]:
I want you to
Jerk yourself
Pretend it's me
Trying again, Ashton wasted no time. His strokes became rough and quick, beating his dick like he was mad at it. Willinghimself to come, to just come already. To get this ridiculous game of Dylan's over.
FUCK YOU
[ Dylan ]:
That's the idea
I'm stroking myself too
