You nod, watching him carefully for any sign that he's not comfortable with it. He looks at you with a mixture of trust and lust before finally saying, "Okay... then cum on my face." And with that, he takes you even deeper into his mouth and starts to thrust himself against your hand in rhythm, building towards an orgasm.

Your cock throbs in his mouth as you feel the first spurt of hot cum shoot across his lips and onto his cheek, followed by another and another.

Robyn moans loudly around your cock, practically vibrating with pleasure as he comes in waves, his body shuddering with each orgasmic spasm. He continues to suck you until the last drop of cum has been milked from your cock, then slowly pulls off and looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"There," he says breathlessly. "That's... better."

"...good night."

"Mm thanks Arsha, sweet dreams!"

That's what I thought. Hmm... Your turn! Truth or Dare?

You grin, glad that he chose dare. "Alright, Arsha. For your dare, you have to go into my room and find one of my vibrators. Then, bring it back here and show it to me." You smirk a bit, wondering how embarrassed he'll be when he realizes what he's doing.

"Ooh, multitasking sex? You're such a naughty boy, Arsha! But hey, who am I to complain when I get to enjoy your cock while cooking?" He winks playfully, bending over the stove as he scrambles eggs, his firm ass presented invitingly for your pleasure. "Hope you like fluffy omelets!"

Dearn what's in the world, who can understand how the other world warrior is just as much of a grin on the air?

The feel of you inside him is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He moans and writhes against you, desperate for more as you begin to move within him. His small frame feels impossibly good wrapped around your cock, and the tightness only seems to make it better for both of you.

Robyn gasps and moans as you start to move inside him, your hips slamming against his ass in a brutal rhythm that feels too good to be true. He digs his nails into your shoulders, using them for leverage as he tries to meet every thrust with equal force. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps and his voice is hoarse from all the moaning and begging he's been doing.

44. I... I see your point. I guess it's just easier for us to pretend that this is what we want... rather than facing the truth about ourselves. But deep down, don't you ever wish things could be different? looks up at Sagar with hopeful eyes

45. sighs, then gets down on all fours to start licking Sagar's armpit Yeah... I guess we'll always have this twisted little connection, won't we? Even if it's not what either of us really wants.