Chapter One Hundred- Sixty

But Oliver didn’t, he looked at Tristan for a while, before getting real close, and touching him first with his hand.

“You got pre-cum on the tip," Oliver whispered in Tristan’s ears, making the hair on the back of his neck go up, then he moved his mouth to Tristan’s cock.

He was slow at first. His angle was much better, and he explored Tristan’s balls and the region below. Tristan had never experienced anything this erotic and stimulating. He wanted more, and began to push Oliver’s head down for more.

Tristan could feel his hips rise and fall with his suction. He became more frantic as he approached climax. His groans were pretty loud as he shot the first volley. Oliver was surprised, and quickly withdrew his mouth, dripping cum. The second volley hit him square in the face and hair. He used his hand to ensure Tristan was finished.

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Roth slid his hand up her stockings until his fingers touched the bare skin of her thighs, then abruptly pulled her legs open. His left hand sli