#aster thirsts

trailing behind him and staring at his ass while he looks over his shoulder and pouts. walking up to him and pulling him into a heated kiss and when he whines, “someone could see!” you tap his half-hard dick through the skirt with a smirk, “isn’t that what you want?”

when you’re inside, dropping to your knees and grabbing the fat of his ass, spreading his cheeks. “of course, aster. let’s see if you taste as good as you look.” bending him over the couch so he’s spread wide and exposed for you, panties on the floor. you begin eating him out, licking and sucking at his tight pink rim.

“m-master!” he gasps, grabbing at your hair. “sweet, like candy.” you say, punctuating the phrase with a kiss. “you’re so, hnn, naughty, master!”

“mm, am I?” you say, flicking your tongue. running your nails down his stomach and watching him shiver.

aster tries to look over his shoulder at you. you smile, then press a hand to his back so his torso slips down onto the couch and his ass is fully seated in the air.

spreading his cheeks further, you spit onto his hole, then dive down and get back to work. his sweet hole quivers with need, hips shaking from overstimulation and desire.