I open his pants, and he steps down leans forward to give me better access. I lean in, and I can suck his cock between the rungs of the ladder, reaching through to fondle his ass. That monster loves the attention too. He's using both hands for the ladder, but it's jerking and twitching every time I lick it. I rub my mouth on it and savor his taste.
I can't get it down all the way, but I come close. He looks amazing, his cock jutting out of paint-smeared jeans, dripping with pre-cum.
Damien's noisy, too. He moans and growls while I suck him, and when he finally works that gigantic monster up my ass, me clinging to the ladder for support, he's even noisier. I'm sure the neighbors hear both of us hollering.
But how can I resist? He feels so good, buried high in my ass. His cock is the ultimate – perfectly thick, brutally long, and powered by a muscular, hard body and one wicked imagination.
He wrings at my cock, making sure I stay rock-hard, and I know that is only because he loves the way my ass squeezes his dick. He makes me squeeze, and when I am close, nearly ready to cum, he pulls out, making me swear. He makes me kneel, and he paints my chest with his cum, letting it gush out all over. As he rubs it into the hair, I jerk myself off, making another big mess. Ah, we still have so much work to do!