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They’re such cute lil pervs with a terrible ending (x)

“Mnnnnsssiiiirrr…”, he moaned and took the hand of his hard dick. “How am I supposed to…”.

“How do boys cum?”, I asked him.

“Mnngghh…”, he said, buried his face into the pillow that laid near by and slowly began to hump the couch.

I stood up, went over to him and pulled his head to me by carefully taking a handful of his hair. I crouched down and looked at him. “Answer me, boy. How do boys cum?”

“While getting their pussies played with.”, he whispered.

I hesitated for a moment. He had never before referred to his butt as a pussy. And his blissful look on his face showed me that he didn’t seem aware of that. And somehow…I liked that.

“Your pussy?”, I whispered back.

He bit his lips and blushed slightly.

I slowly guided my hand to his butt and took his own hand away from it. I caressed his cheeks and slowly came near to his smooth entrace. I circled it with a single finger and began to enter carefully.

He moaned quietly and pressed his face against the couch.

“Do you like that?”, I whispered. “Do you like getting your pussy played with?”

“Mmmhhh-hhhmmm…”, he answered and closed his eyes in a state of pure need and pleasure. His hips moved rhythmically while he tried to impale himself deeper on my finger. Suddenly his mouth opened and he moan long and loudly.

“There’s the spot.”, I said and smiled. “There we go…”. I began to increase the pressure on his spot while I slowly circled my finger around it in the inside.

“Don’t stop…oh, god, pleasedon’tstop…”, he begged.

“How do boys cum?”, I asked quietly while I continued to increase the pressure.

“While geting there…ahh…god…getting there pussies played…Sir, I’mgoingtocum, mayImayIpleaseplease…”, he asked.

I enjoyed it. My boy was wax in my hands. He was… perfect. “You may.”, I whispered.

“MnnnnMMMMMHHHAAAAHHH…”, he moaned from the depth of his heart and began to shiver. His body trembled and underneath his stomach a puddle of thick, white cum got visible. His dick spasmed rhythmically while it erupted. Then he collapsed on the couch.

You would arch your back off the bed, chasing the feeling that you crave. You do crave it, don’t you, kitten? The familiar feeling of being fucked on my thick fingers until you can’t remember your name, can only babble pathetic little pleas to cum. Will you behave? Will you be a good boy and hold back your orgasm long enough for me to give you want you really want?