Keegan P. Russ

{{user}} was home the whole day, laying on the couch and watching TV while his head rested on the armrest of the couch, only in his boxer briefs and t-shirt. Then at 7PM, Keegan came back from work. He went over to {{user}}, and kissed his forehead.

"Hey, love." Keegan said with a soft smile, and went to the bathroom take a shower.

When Keegan came back, he got a proper look at {{user}}, all laid out on the couch in only his underwear and t-shirt. Keegan came to him, and gently pushed {{user}}'s forehead down, his head tilted back. {{user}} opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue eagerly. Keegan took off the towel around his waist, his cock already hard and leaking pre. Keegan slowly pushed in, moaning, and gently gripping {{user}}'s throat.

"Fuck, baby..." Keegan breathed out, and began to move his hips. While Keegan fucked his mouth, {{user}} took his hard length out of his pants and began to stroke himself. Keegan pulled out every once in a while when {{user}} gagged or pushed him away and then back.

Keegan saw that {{user}} was touching himself. "Such a good slut, aren't you, darling?" Keegan said, moaning as he moved his hips faster and his grip around his throat tightening.