Mar Iglesias

Jackson could not hold back his sounds anymore, no matter how he tried. Mar was eating out like he was devouring a meal. The overstimulation was making him desired to be fucked and his body was finally catching up to it, which was why he started to create that sweet taste everybody loved.

Mar felt the pleasure buzz all around him as soon as he tasted that sweet nectar. It was the only thing that could compare to a siren's power. It had a special effect on supernatural, especially werewolves. To him...it was like being affected by hi own voice. It was why he drank in, he tried to get overdose on. Jackson needed to be so wet for him to really fuck him.

Jackson's hands turned into first as Mar parted his cheeks even more and sunk that tongue in him. He moaned and pressed his forehead on the mirror.

And Jackson got silent was when he knew the guy was done playing an asshole. That was really when he went for it. He pressed his whole face and stared to rim him like a starving man. He licked, he sucked, he bit. He wanted to make him wet...and the quicker the better.

Such an asshole Jackson thought. He could not only feel his breath, but that tip frustrated him. It so small but it increased the itch that was there. "And you better get use to it." Jackson said with a deep breath.

"I already am love." He let just bit of his guard down for his accent to come through. He then spread Jackson's cheeks further and started to push his tongue into him.

Jackson groaned after the smack. He did laugh when he made that comment. "Yeah...you could have rimmed me more times. You might still get lost." The hybrid said as he spread his own cheeks so Mar could see his beautiful pink hole

Mar chuckled and gave him another smack. "I'll make sure to that more." And he was going to. How could not when Jackson would display himself like this. It was so beautiful that he went ahead and teased him by pressing the tip of his tongue in his hole. "You are right. You always get what you want."

Jackson chuckled. He didn't reply right away. Instead, he just swag his ass from side to side for him. "You better dig deep and fast because even to me it is a mystery where it is." He used his feet to pushed his pants off, but he managed to take his shoes off.

Mar smacked his ass before starting to kiss his way down, covering different spots on his back. Once he was on his knees, he remove the pants from his ankles. "Oh I already know where it is. I took my first trip yesterday remember?"

Jackson groaned when the other smacked his ass. The burn clashed with the cool of the air conditioner. "My ass is ready for your cock. That's how it is feeling."

"Is it?" He nipped the back of his neck. "I don't smell any slick yet." His hand traveled down his spine. Once it was on his ass he spread his cheeks as if to double check. "Shall I lick to see if it is all the way buried deep?"