Please, Sir, May I Have Another Oz Drabble Tree?
Hard to believe this is our 8th Oz Drabble Tree! If you want to take a look at the last seven: The First Ever Oz Drabble Tree, The Return of Oz Drabble Tree, The Little Oz Drabble Tree That Could, Are You There God? It's Oz Drabble Tree, Oz Drabble Tree Knows Best, In Oz Drabble Tree, No One Can Hear You Scream, This Is An Emergency Oz Drabble Tree
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"You think those rumors of her having a puppet fetish are true?" Toby giggles.
“Don’t know ‘bout her, but I’m starting to develop one…aahh, fuck!” Chris bites out.
"You do realize we're going to catch hell for this tomorrow?" Toby looks out, semi-worried and sees several pairs of eyes watching them.
"Fuck 'em," Chris grunts, "This is by far the kinkiest thing we've done, don't stop!"
“Mmmm,” Toby hums along Chris’ jaw line, “So you like your little present?”
“Yeah baby,” Chris breathes raggedly, “how the hell did you ever get O’Reily to smuggle in a Nooter puppet?”
Toby laughs out right, “Oddly enough he wouldn’t, no matter how much I offered to pay him. This…” Toby removes his puppeted hand away from Chris’ cock and waves it in front of his face, “is courtesy of my father. God, the look on his face was like I don’t even want to know."
Chris bursts out laughing as he grabs the puppet away from Toby and grins wickedly, “My turn.”
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“No way.”
“Chris, comon! Please?”
“What, you don’t like the hand job Pecky’s giving you?” Chris teases.
“Chris!" Toby tries to grab the puppet out of Chris’ hand.
“Not until you answer my question,” Chris laughs, keeping Pecky just out of Toby’s reach.
“I like the hand job just fine Chris. It’s just…” Toby hesitates.
“Yeah?”
“…”
“Comon baby, it’s just me,” Chris soothes.
“Blowjobs feel a hell of a lot better than hand jobs, there I said it, okay?” Toby answers reluctantly, his face reddening.
Chris smirks, amusement lighting his eyes.
Toby grows impatient, “Can we switch now or not?!”
“Just one more thing…” Chris pushes, “did you really tell O’Reily you wanted a four-way with Nooter & Pecky?”
"Fuckin' O'Reily," Toby's mutters, face flushing even redder.
“Damn, you’re one sick fuck Tobe,” Chris laughs.
Toby glares at Chris, embarrassment giving way to anger.
“Alright, alright, give me Nooter,” Chris relents, not wanting to end their game with a fight and a trip to the hole.
“Chris?”
“Yeah Tobe?”
“You really think I’m a sick fuck?”
“Oh hell yeah, baby! An I fuckin love it!”
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