for the birthday boy 3/3
anonymous
September 3 2014, 07:41:14 UTC
The birthday boy bent down and tongued it through the material of the G-string. Moaning, the stripper buried his hands in golden hair, hips thrusting up into Myungsoo’s mouth. The birthday boy held down Sungjong’s hips and extended his arm but instead of reaching for the lube, he swiped a dollop of icing from the giant fake cake. “Is this real?” he asked the flushed stripper beneath him, glancing at the icing on his finger.
“It is,” Sungjong panted.
“Good.” He pushed up the chemise so that the material was bunching up beneath the stripper's arms. He smeared the icing all over the stripper’s torso and methodically began to lick it up. His hands wandered lower and they kneaded the firm flesh on Sungjong’s ass as he licked.
“Myung-Myungsoo…” the stripper moaned, hands clutching at the fabric of the birthday boy's shirt. “Oh shit…Stop teasing…”
“Feeling horny?” the dark-eyed man inquired, one hand moving to probe at the stripper's entrance. He nipped then suckled on one pinkish-colored nipple.
Another hitched moan escaped the stripper's mouth. “Yes, dammit…”
Deciding that his trapped erection needed some relief, Myungsoo undid his fly and pulled down his jeans until they bunched up at his knees. He leaned over Sungjong and opened the cabinet by the sofa with one hand. The stripper took the opportunity to fully open Myungsoo's shirt and lick a nipple.
Grabbing the lube and a condom, Myungsoo knelt back on the couch. Instead of taking off Sungjong’s G-string, he simply pulled it aside and thrust a lube-slicked finger into the stripper. A wordless cry escaped Sungjong, his eyes wide in surprise. Soon enough, he was thrusting back against the finger and Myungsoo quickly added a second and a third one.
Myungsoo quickly rolled the condom onto his member and coated it with lube. Without any warning, he entered the body beneath him in one smooth thrust. Sungjong arched up beneath him, arms automatically wrapping themselves around Myungsoo as the dark-eyed man began to move, moving in and out of the stripper.
They moaned and panted and gasped and cursed. Sungjong bit down on Myungsoo’s ear and the birthday boy retaliated by nipping and sucking on the stripper's throat. Heat was pooling in Myungsoo’s groin and he slammed into Sungjong harder and faster.
Silk rubbed against his heated skin and when the stripper captured his mouth with his own, Myungsoo came hard. Sungjong came soon after, body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
His breathing uneven, Myungsoo pulled out of Sungjong and ended up lying down on top of the stripper. He was about to get off the stripper when arms went around his waist and held him tight.
“Stay?” Sungjong asked softly. “You know, just for a while.”
Thise was a pause before Myungsoo answered, “Sure.”
“It is,” Sungjong panted.
“Good.” He pushed up the chemise so that the material was bunching up beneath the stripper's arms. He smeared the icing all over the stripper’s torso and methodically began to lick it up. His hands wandered lower and they kneaded the firm flesh on Sungjong’s ass as he licked.
“Myung-Myungsoo…” the stripper moaned, hands clutching at the fabric of the birthday boy's shirt. “Oh shit…Stop teasing…”
“Feeling horny?” the dark-eyed man inquired, one hand moving to probe at the stripper's entrance. He nipped then suckled on one pinkish-colored nipple.
Another hitched moan escaped the stripper's mouth. “Yes, dammit…”
Deciding that his trapped erection needed some relief, Myungsoo undid his fly and pulled down his jeans until they bunched up at his knees. He leaned over Sungjong and opened the cabinet by the sofa with one hand. The stripper took the opportunity to fully open Myungsoo's shirt and lick a nipple.
Grabbing the lube and a condom, Myungsoo knelt back on the couch. Instead of taking off Sungjong’s G-string, he simply pulled it aside and thrust a lube-slicked finger into the stripper. A wordless cry escaped Sungjong, his eyes wide in surprise. Soon enough, he was thrusting back against the finger and Myungsoo quickly added a second and a third one.
Myungsoo quickly rolled the condom onto his member and coated it with lube. Without any warning, he entered the body beneath him in one smooth thrust. Sungjong arched up beneath him, arms automatically wrapping themselves around Myungsoo as the dark-eyed man began to move, moving in and out of the stripper.
They moaned and panted and gasped and cursed. Sungjong bit down on Myungsoo’s ear and the birthday boy retaliated by nipping and sucking on the stripper's throat. Heat was pooling in Myungsoo’s groin and he slammed into Sungjong harder and faster.
Silk rubbed against his heated skin and when the stripper captured his mouth with his own, Myungsoo came hard. Sungjong came soon after, body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
His breathing uneven, Myungsoo pulled out of Sungjong and ended up lying down on top of the stripper. He was about to get off the stripper when arms went around his waist and held him tight.
“Stay?” Sungjong asked softly. “You know, just for a while.”
Thise was a pause before Myungsoo answered, “Sure.”
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