#briminic

"You ready?" Dom asks, dick clenched between his thighs.

"Yeah, go crazy." Earl nods, giving his approval and consent.

He does just as asked, going crazy in between his thighs. His dick reaches balls deep within the tight gripping his legs possess over his member, sweat acting as a lubricant to push in and pull out more easily. Dom's hands cop a good feel around the muscly mass of his companion's legs, feeling up the sides of them, along with a few strokes at the side of his ass. He reaches his hand behind it...feels good, feels smooth & soft, he gives it a slap before his hand retreats back onto his hip.

"You just gonna stare at me?" Earl smirks, implying something with his words.

"What do you mean?" Dom asks, sounding like a man who's thigh-fucking another man super hard currently.

"You know what I mean, bring that damn sweaty mouth over on mine bitch." Earl flirts.

He obeys, submitting his lips over onto Earl's, matching them together in holy matrimony. It starts off very sweet and gently, and the sounds of wholesome smooching are much better to the ears than the constant sounds of thigh slapping against dick meat. However, as the kiss progresses it gets more and more steamy; it begins all tender and slow, then starts getting a little tonguey, before finally shifting into desperate, animalistic clashing of lips, one that flings spittle all across the desert field they're fucking in.

While this madness goes on, Dom's dick increases velocity much like their car when being chased during an epic chase sequence. His hand movements shift the more veins pop and throb away at his aching penis, his claws digging into the leg's flesh in a very erotic manner. Earl moans as Dom claws his leg from sheer pleasure, and also plants hickeys on his neck for all the while.

His dick squelches, the noises becoming extremely unpleasant as he despairingly tries to bust one out quickly. But he can't, Dom's just not that kind of man to have a quick nut...he needs to take his time to fully appreciate it, just like all men!

"Trouble?" Earl asks.

"Mhm, damn dick won't cum." Dom grunts, still continuing to fuck even despite his dicks refusal to fully commit.

"I have a solution to that." Earl says, with a wink.

Before Dom can ask, he feels a sudden tendril-like presence creeping within his anus, massaging at the walls of it. At first Dom just releases ghoulish sounds of pain since something just carelessly shoved itself inside his ass, but then...he takes a look at Earl's arm; that's when he realizes what it is....his fingers. Dom loves fingers, he especially loves the idea of them being inside his g-spot, his painful, nasty g-spot....

Dom moans, feeling a resurgence of power coursing through his veins as he fucks with top notch speed, one so fast and rough that it makes Earl's entire body jiggle as a result. Nevertheless Earl continues to manage his butthole single-handedly, his fingers taking on differing sexual styles when he wishes to change things up. Dom finally feels it...the edge.

"Gaaahhhh...Earl, I'm about to-"

"I know, do it." Earl interrupts, erotically.

As Dom pushes in and out of the buff thighs while practically shooting lasers out of his eyes from how wide they seem, he finally feels his cock unloading. In that very instance, the fingers shove deeper inside of him while Earl licks his neck; which just so happens to be his other g-spot. The nut spreads itself all over the car hood, while Dom pants and wheezes like a marijuana smoker high off opium. Only do the fingers come out once Dom's given the clear, it's all over now.

"Mission complete..." Dom says, his tone still breathy from how much wind that took outta him.

"So...what was that all for again?" Earl asks.

Dom smiles, patting his shoulder. Looks like a job well done on his part, he accomplished exactly what he set out to due...