Lincoln stared at Ethan in growing panic.
He hated this psychopathic personality of his to the moon and back!
The glint in his eyes and the smirk which grew wider by each passing second told Lincoln Ethan wouldn't give up until his throat fucks him.
He sighed helplessly and dropped to his knees.
“Let's get this over and done with,” He muttered to himself, taking Ethan's fat cock in his hands, then slowly, he pushed his head and pulled back, then pushed in again.
“Oh, Pudding…” Ethan moaned out soundlessly as he grabbed him by the hair, “Yeah. Just like that.”
Lincoln kept pushing his mouth back and forth, taking Ethan's long length down his throat as he gagged.
He expected Ethan to pull him by the hair and thrust harder and harder till he became out of breath as usual, but Ethan didn't do any of that.
Instead, he stayed still and enjoyed it slowly.
“Look at me while you take me, Pudding,” He commanded in a whispering tone and Lincoln glanced up at him, “Yeah? Oh, you're so cute. Oh ye
