Pull off the jockstrap
From Create Your Own Story
The moment stretches, electric—then Kevin’s turning his head, and you lock eyes with him, faces inches apart, breaths mingling hot and heavy. His gaze burns into yours, pupils blown wide with lust, and you stare back, unblinking, the intensity pulling you deeper into the shared heat.
Your hands move on instinct, hooking into the waistband of your jockstrap and yanking it down in one swift pull. The fabric snaps free, sliding over your thighs to pool at your knees, your hard cock springing out, throbbing in the cool air. The exposure hits like a jolt, but it's nothing compared to the anticipation building in your core.
Mike's right there, his breath ghosting over your skin before his strong hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them wide. His tongue presses flat against your hole, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up from your taint, the wet heat sending sparks shooting through your nerves. You feel every inch of it—the rough texture dragging over sensitive folds, circling the tight ring of muscle before he pushes the tip inside, probing deep. The sensation is overwhelming, a slick, insistent pressure that makes your hole clench and flutter around his invading tongue.
At the same time, Rod mirrors him on Kevin, and you watch Kevin's face twist in raw pleasure, his jaw slackening, eyes half-lidded but still fixed on yours. The room echoes with the obscene slurps and smacks of mouths devouring asses, Mike's tongue thrusting in and out of your hole now, fucking you with wet, rhythmic strokes that stretch you open bit by bit. Saliva drips down your crack, mixing with the building ache in your balls, every lap and suck pulling a low groan from your throat.
The camera whirs softly in the corner, capturing the raw intimacy—your intense stare with Kevin, the way your body shudders as Mike's lips seal around your rim, sucking hard while his tongue swirls inside, hitting nerves that make your toes curl. Kevin's expression mirrors your own building ecstasy, his cheeks flushing deeper as Rod's mouth works him over, the shared pleasure from these men eating your asses drawing your gazes tighter, like an invisible thread binding you in the filth.
