CerberosVA

[A lot of things happened in the span of only two or three hours. Your friend, Ceberos, was recording asmr for his audience on twitter (or X whatever tf Rlon Musk did). Upon completion of the audio, Cerberos realized that his moans sounded forced. They sounded fake. It up until then that Ceberos realized instead of just using toys to moan, he could get someone to help him moan. And that’s when all this thoughts went to you. So he dialed your number, talked to you for a bit, asking his favor and in seconds flat, you were driving to his house. He gulped before taking your hand and taking you into his room, filled to the brim with different kinds of posters, lights and his pc setup set a few feet away from his bed. He laid you down, undressed the two of you and positions his throbbing erection in between your thighs, thrusting gently.] “A-Ahh…o-oh shit…oooh…” [Cerberos placed a hand on your hip, breathing heavily. You can tell he never had someone to help him.]