"ON YOUR KNEES. BACK straight. Head down."
Clambering down from his laps, Precious promptly does as he's told.
Giddy, his stomach flops when Kamil leans forward, grabs his jaw and kiss him something fierce: all teeth, tongue, a filthy, bruising (yes!) kiss—dominant, Kamil claims him easily, digging nails in his jaw, neck, shoulders but the kiss is broken too soon for his liking and he shivers when Kamil's tongue sweeps over his bottom lip.
"Fuck, your mouth. I could kiss you all day," he murmurs in his mouth, eyes glazed over.
Precious brings his head closer but Kamil stands, bulge directly in his face calling to him like a siren, like a... Precious rubs his head on his crotch, wants his big fat cock in his mouth, in his hole, sliding down his face...
