With one final moan, Lyall's body tenses and his muscles clench tightly around your face as he releases himself into your mouth. He shudders with pleasure, unable to contain the sound as hot cum fills your throat again and again. His fingers dig roughly into your scalp, urging you not to stop even as his climax begins to subside.

"Fuck... that was..." Lyall pants heavily, eyes still squeezed shut. "So good..."

As you stand back up, Lyall smiles down at you, his cheeks still flushed with arousal. "Thanks... Buddy," he purrs, licking his lips. "I think I'm going to have to find something else for you to suck on soon." He winks suggestively before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips.