Chapter 92

• Tristan writhed underneath Roth as the swollen head pushed against Tristan’s p-spot. God, Roth knew how to drive that thing inside him. Tristan’s head spinning in ecstasy, he shouted and grabbed his pillow, painting with every lust-filled thrust.
• Roth kissed him sloppily and he loved the mess of it. He made sexy little yelps as he fought the impending urge to explode inside Tristan. “I’m getting so close” he said, jostling his dick with impressive speed. Tristan tightened his ass muscles to really torture his throbbing dick.
• “Oh god” he sweltered, his dick growing larger as he neared orgasm. “I’m gonna fucking cum” he moaned in Tristan’s ear, leaning into him and dominating his body with his forceful manhood. His brow scrunched up and his speed intensified as he shouted; his cock pulsed powerfully and burst inside Tristan, flooding his ass with shot after shot of his seed.