They flipped me over into a predatory, seamless 69 lockdown without a shred of mercy—Hayden mounting my face in reverse, his powerful thighs framing my world as he smothered me completely under the weight of his musky ass.
The scent was intoxicating, a raw masculine fog that invaded every breath, every pore, as my tongue speared out instinctively, tracing deep, wet circles around his puckered ring.
I delved deeper, savouring the salty tang, the subtle quiver of muscle yielding to my insistent worship, my lips sealing around that tight entrance to suckle and probe with fervent hunger.
My hands gripped his firm cheeks, spreading them wider to bury my face deeper, nose pressed into the musky crevice as I rimmed him with sloppy, devoted laps that made his hole twitch and clench greedily around my probing tip.
