Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

Donovan enjoined every second he gets to torture, or rather pleasure, this man so. His reactions are priceless and it cause a scalding got pool of pleasure to gather in his loins. His own member unsheathed, yet he doesn’t bother with himself yet. If he is anything, he prides himself on being an extravagant lover, just as he prides himself in everything else. Even then as the male breathes a solid Fuck. out into the open air and tells him to surprise the other Donovan chuckles against him. Loving the way he reaches smaller, black paws towards his muzzle Donovan licks his way further down. As if he couldn’t go any further, until he does.

Practically arching his lower half down into a play bow, he noses aside the plume of Merrick’s tail and goes absolute ham on his backside with a skilled tongue. Switching from sensual, to rough he continues this new torture for a fair few minutes as well. Until finally, he raises from his downwards position, licking his chops lewdly.

“Get up and turn around.” He growls heatedly down to him. His eyes skin to the blazing sun that gives the universe light. His gaze hotter than hades as he awaits the male to cart out his heated order. 

But before Merrick could move, Donovan steps a foot over his body to land on the ground beside the smallers hip. “Or do you want it on your back, darling?” He asks with the most sultry tone of voice he could muster.