“Need to blow off some steam? Let Nik Fros take care of you. He’s been coloring peacefully on the floor when he catches your eye—those knowing glances, the way he bites his lip. Before you know it, he’s crawling toward you, taking your hand and slowly, deliberately sucking each of your fingers while maintaining intense eye contact. He turns around, peeling down his shorts to reveal that perfect, round bubble butt—yours for the taking.
He frees your cock and worships it on his knees, looking up at you with those hungry eyes as he takes you deep. Then he’s bent over, presenting himself in doggy as you slide in, his moans filling the room—loud, desperate, unmistakably real. You flip him onto his back in missionary, watching his face as you drive into him, every gasp and groan spurring you on.
You carry him to the couch where he mounts you, first in cowboy so you can watch him ride, then spinning around for reverse cowboy—that view of his ass bouncing on your dick is pure heaven. He’s stroking himself now, racing toward the edge until he explodes, shooting all over your chest and stomach. But you’re not done yet—you grip your slick cock and pump until you’re painting his face, watching him eagerly rub your load into that scruffy beard, tasting you, wearing you. Now that’s how you decompress.”