Let’s get one thing straight, I’m a fucking horndog. I live for the filth, the nastier the better. I get off on the smell of sex, the taste of it, the fucking mess of it all. Most guys would gag at the thought of lapping up another dude’s load, but me? It makes my dick twitch just thinking about it.

Lately, Brandon’s been around more, eager to cash in on my extra services, part of his “fee” for writing for us. See, Brandon’s got a fucking fire hose for a cock, always ready to go off multiple times a night. Just the other night, I was locked up, on my knees, watching him plow her. After he blew his load, I was summoned to clean out his mess, licking his cum as it dripped out of her.

There’s nothing like lapping up a cream pie, especially when it’s brimming with his hot load and her juices. Fuck, the taste of their mixed cum is enough to make my dick throb. I bury my face in her, tongue-fucking her until she’s squirting all over me, her clit pulsing against my lips as I swallow every last drop.

By the time she’s finished riding my face, Brandon’s already stroking his thick cock, ready for round two. He pushes my head aside and slams back into her, fucking her hard while I watch from inches away. The room fills with the sound of their fucking, his balls slapping against her ass, her moans echoing off the walls. When he finally shoots another load deep inside her, I’m right there, licking it up as it drips out of her gaping hole. No matter how many times he makes her come, it’s my tongue that gets the last lick.