a gruttel groan, pulling his hips back, only to have it snap back into place, as if restricted by elastic, cock hitting the back of his throat as another sound bordering inhumane fell from the bartenders lips.
" fuuuuck. "
wet, tight, sloppy, that mouth was doing things to him.
Throat tightening around the shaft, eyes rolling back as he was deprived of oxygen, tears trailing down from his eyes.
Despite this, his hands were massaging those cumsacks, nose whiffing all that manly scent riling him up even more.
Damn, it was such an amazing smell..