The blond couldn't stop himself from moaning louder at the tingling sensation inside, feeling Tristan would pierce his guts if he kept plowing into the depth of his tightness.
"W-wait, no! Not my chest!" He struggled to halt the man from kneading his bosom again, but Tristan pounded even harder that he got distracted at once, gasping and nearly choking from the way the man's monster cock dug into his sweetest spot.
"Ahh... no... please, not there... your son... he still needs it..." Yves pleaded as he weakly tried to free his nipple from Tristan's pinch. "Tristan, please... nggghh.... you are wasting—mmnhh... ahh!"
Impatient, the man flipped the blond around and lifted his body against the wall before he dropped his light weight on his erection.
