Cummin In Connecticut 4 Daniel

Daniel and Matt woke me early to play, and play we did as all three of us would cum, then we were exhausted as we fell asleep only for me to wake again three hours after we finished.

"Football. "Geez, what time is it," I asked, waking up frantic, thinking I slept the time away and missed another opportunity to cum.

I picked up my phone from the nightstand, to see it was 10 a.m.

"Young man, you slept a good two, maybe three hours," Daniel said. "Think you ready for another go?"

Daniel showed me he was a "mercenary" for the dick.

"Matt's gone to handle some business. He'll be back in a little while," he told me as he was rubbing me, thinking of what I could do for him, and not his husband.

With him, I was definitely ready for a ride again on this black dick.

"I need you to really fuck me this time," he said.

"I didn't fuck you last time," I asked.

"You did. I'm just a gourmand for cock," Daniel said before he stuck out his tongue.

He laid the pink glossa under my cock tip, going back and forth on the fine area, teasing it good as he was getting me fully erect. I simply laid my head back and closed my eyes while he kept doing it, making me stiff and ready to repeat the deep impalement earlier.

"My God man, you get so fucking hard," he said before he ran the tongue down to the base.

He knew it didn't take much, but I lusted over him and Matt so long, that he could look at me and I became engorged.

"And these balls? Man, I love the smell of this salty pit down here," he said as he ran his tongue through my thick pubes surrounding the base, and down to my sweet, sensitive, wrinkled sack.

He licked on the outlying portion of my sack, and even lightly brushed that tongue against my hole to have me squirming from the blissful sensation. My mind wandered while he did all this, thinking he was more reserved when Matt was around.

"Love those smooth balls," he uttered while giving me goosebumps, and having me ready to jump out of my skin.

I thought about the other hot threesomes I endured, similar to this one where it always seemed to be an older, white couple, but this one was a cut above, at least per Daniel as he was having his "appointment" with me.

"I suck and fuck you now, and he'll have his time later," he told me.

He spewed that statement and I was ready to bend him every way possible in planting this dick. I was dealing with a rapacious nympho, with a talented mouth to include an endless throat, that made me think he might've had an enumerated list of tops stacked somewhere.

"I need it, Trav," he said to me. "I need it bad man."

"How bad," I asked while stroking his scalp.

"Bad enough to where you have full permission to split me," he said as he stroked this dick.

Daniel was calling for a good dick down and I was more than willing to help.

"So you wanna ride again," I asked.

"Baby, I don't care. I want it, and I want it deep, Travis," he cried out as he sounded in heat, breathing heavy, and whiny like the thirsty bottom bitch he was.

"I ain't even fucked you yet," I told him in response to the noises he was making.

He stopped sucking, and crawled on top of me with that warm, blubbery body to place those tits in my face for me to scarf on, while I rubbed his big tush.

"Oooooh. Are you wet," I asked of his ass.

I managed to get my fingers inside his ass, and would find he was stillsoggy down inside. I'd pull back my hand to sniff and found was he still clean, yet saturated from the breeding he took earlier.

"I'm wet from you hitting my spot as well," he told me. "Now suck those tits, baby, so we can get back to it. Pound me, baby."

I was through talking.

I pushed him off of me, and had him lay on his back before I put a pillow under his ass.

"Raise it," I told him before he arched his lower body off the surface.

He raised his legs in the air, then spread them in a "v formation" as I noticed his shiny, puffy hole.

"You see what you did," he asked with a chuckle.

I slipped my left middle finger inside to wiggle it side to side, causing him to whimper and cringe. I loved the texture of that beaten hole as it was soft as cotton.

I pulled my finger out to notice it "winking."

"You sure about this," I asked.

He smiled, and I spit on the palm of my right hand, then rubbed the liquid on his puffy crevice, with him holding his legs up with his hands.

"Don't dawdle. Feed me that cock," he demanded.

I grabbed it by the base and wiggled closer to his bottom, then pushed it halfway in without warning, causing him to curse and wince. I'd pull out and he'd protest "no," but I again spit on the hand that was holding my dick, then rubbed it from head to base before gathering another gob of saliva to place on that wrinkled rosebud.

"Just fuck me, Travis, please," he begged.

I giggled and looked down to see him licking his lips, and I would guide my hips to place it back inside fully. He grabbed those tits firmly while he cooed and lamented, and I leaned in to go deeper and thrust with rapid fire, his legs now on my shoulders as I pounded away.

"There it is," I said as rhe sounds of our bodies slapping, his hole squelching, and him moaning was intoxicating.

In this position I gave it harder and faster, and looked down to see those big, hairy titties bouncing, with the bullseye in the middle of each just waving side to side. I slowed down in order to reach down to suck on the left one, pulling that nipple with my teeth while grinding harder, rummaging deep with this nine inch. He began to squeal as I was burying myself in his trench, with him trying to wrap those legs around my neck.

"Pussy so warm, man," I said as I loved this position of being on top and jabbing his welcoming pull.

"Banging the judge with my gavel, in his house. It's like you're the one being served."

That made him laugh, and so I fucked even harder, faster to remind him it wasn't a game. Daniel didn't lie about "being wet" as that hole kept on belching. I'd feel his body cringe each "assgasm," which seemed to be at every fourth or fifth stroke as I'd feel his body tighten, and his cunt turn more slippery. The mixture of air pressure imposed, along with this dick hitting the shallow prostate gland would be the culprit as to why he was so soggy. This ass felt good, to where I was damn near planking Daniel, having full control of him for 15 minutes until he cried he had enough.

"Starting to get a little sore," he said to me.

"I ain't done with you," I told him before I pounded him once more, then pulled out, and jerked off over his tits to shoot the biggest load.

"You want this nut?"

"Oh baby, I do," he said as he sat upright.

My balls were just above his belly while I was stroking this tool over his chest. It wouldn't take long for me to bust, with me stroking fervently, unloading my plentiful load on both nipples.

"Shit," I screamed as the initial squirt hit his left one, but then I pushed out the remainder on the right.

He moaned and smiled, then I'd watch him lick it all off himself.

"Thank you," I told him afterwards.

"Oh, don't thank me yet," he said.

"Matt gets back, and he might wanna ride that cock, too."

Daniel and I would kiss.

"You are a fucking machine, you know that," he asked. "We are going to keep you empty the remainder of your time here."

Enumerated list or not, it was clear these two weren't getting good dick up in Connecticut based off how Daniel and I interacted. I didn't know the reason why, and didn't care as I knew the remainder of time they'd spoil me in and out of bed. That afternoon, when Matt got back, Daniel and I were sitting in their huge living room. His face was red as he looked more than perturbed.

"Something I can help you with," I asked with a smile.

I followed him to their bedroom.

"Dinner will be ready when you guys are done," yelled Daniel as I marched off.

To be continued.