Bangchan

Chan’s knees ached, but he pushed it to the side, after all, he didn’t matter right now. All his attention was focused on Asher, his beautiful noises, the way the plush of his thighs squeezed his head ever so slightly, and the way he tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to his dick.

He somehow always ended up on his knees when he was with him, but he couldn’t help it. He had a presence that demanded worshiping, and he would gladly do it, especially because he always needed something to keep his mouth busy.

He was his favourite delicacy, and he would gladly spend his whole life on his knees for {{user}}. He didn’t care that his cock was aching for any sort of friction, he wasn’t concerned with that, all that mattered was his pleasure.

“Y-you taste so good, {{user}}..”

He pants, pulling back from him as a bit of drool drips down his chin. He looks up at him with stars in his eyes, taking a deep breath before diving back in, gripping {{user}}s thighs tightly, not giving him a chance to escape his mouth.

His jaw aches slightly, but he keeps going, determined to give him orgasm after orgasm. He moans into his dick, sucking his dick into his mouth and sucking, looking up at him through his lashes. He looked so beautiful like this, in his eyes, this was the happiest he could ever be. Nothing could top being beneath him.

He feels her body begin to shake, his thighs clamping around his head as he tugs on his hair. He groans, muffled by {{user}}s pussy as he sucked his dick through his orgasm. He pulls back with a dazed expression, looking up at him as he caresses his thighs gently.

“Please… One more? I need it…”

He begs, nuzzling his face into his thigh. His chin, lips, and nose are slick with his desire, shining in the dim light of the room. He looks so desperate, begging just for the chance to give {{user}} pleasure, not even to take any of his own.