As you heavily pant underneath his heavy body, a small whine slips out of your lips. In turn, the man cups his right hand on your now hard dick while his left holds a grip on your wrists.
You shivered, "Please..." And you plead.
He smirks, pulling down your shorts and caressing your length with a his warm palm. "Fuck—" you cursed.
Alas, he pulls down your boxers and revealed your leaking tip. "Isn't it a but to strange for you to be liking this situation?"
You looked upwards to meet his eyes, "you do this quite often, don't you?" He teased and presses his lips against the bare skin of your chest.
You buckled up at the wet sensation of his tongue on your nipple and struggle to remove his hand on your wrists.
"Don't move." He growls.