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"So you're a student, then?" Isaiah asked as he settled into the uncomfortable seat, fidgeting with the tablecloth. The restaurant had been his choice, but in retrospect, a suit-and-tie establishment wasn't his cup of tea. After all of the messages they'd sent, he desperately wanted to impress the well-spoken and intensely kinky man he'd been chatting up, and this seemed the best way to do it. Or at least, he hoped it was. After sitting at the table silently for most of an hour, he started to doubt his choices.

"Uh-huh. That's right." It seemed that Isaiah's date, Ricky, was shy in real life if his withdrawn body language and twitchy, almost frightened attitude were any indications. "This is a lot fancier than I thought it would be. I'm sorry." Apologizing for the eighteenth time that night, the skinny blonde man messed with his hair, his grey eyes flitting toward the door as though he wanted to run away. Hopefully, it was just first-date jitters and not an aversion to Isaiah's small talk.

Sighing, Isaiah mentally kicked himself. Of course, this was too fancy for a first date. He should have saved the fancy trust-fund-kid stuff for an anniversary, but he was too excited about finally finding someone with the desire to tie him up and use him. Even though his date was smaller than he thought he'd be, he still had high hopes for THAT aspect of the night. If Ricky was even half as kinky as he'd been in their fevered texts and picture exchanges, Isaiah expected to end the night sore and satisfied.

"Yeah. You want to get out of here?" In a last-ditch attempt to save the night, Isaiah bit back the lump in his throat from throwing away his hundred-dollar reservation. "We can grab a burger and go back to your place. We'll wait another two hours before we see any food, anyway." Fuck, if Ricky hated burgers, he gave up. He'd take it as a sign that he didn't deserve to get fucked.

Instantly brightening, Ricky nodded, his eyes looking up from his plate for the first time that night. "Yes! We can go home and-" Stopping himself before he mentioned something that Isaiah could only assume would have half the place's clientele blushing and clutching their pearls, Ricky swallowed hard. "We can, um, talk more. I'm not really hungry."

"You can say what you want to do to me as long as it's quiet. You weren't shy about that stuff when you were texting me." Isaiah encouraged the shy man as they left the restaurant, his arm around his shoulder as his other loosened his tie. If he couldn't impress Ricky with his money, maybe he'd get more out of him by encouraging that aggressive powerbottom he'd caught a glimpse of in fevered dirty talk.

"Well, um, I don't know-" Shivering as Isaiah's arm rested on his shoulders, Ricky seemed at a loss for words, wringing his hands despite the twitching bulge in his slacks. "You're so big, I sort of wanted to sit on it." Clearing his throat as they walked out into the night, he blushed bright, his pale skin turning bright pink. "A-All night until you beg me to stop."

"Is that all? I recall you being fond of ropes. You mentioned wanting to tie me to the bed and use me as your toy." Isaiah squirmed at the thought. Ricky might not be much to look at, but that was the point. He WANTED to be dominated by someone smaller than him, used as a breeder, and left wanting more. He was a foot taller than Ricky and had twice his muscle mass, but the thought of that sweet, hairless twink dominating him with a tight ass and tighter ropes drove him wild, threatening to create a wet spot in his khakis.

A moment's silence followed them as they walked through the night, and Isaiah wondered if he'd scared off the twink, but a squeaky voice floating from Ricky's soft mouth brought him hope. "U-Up there. I live in this apartment building. On the third floor. We can talk more there." Suddenly insistent, he grabbed Isaiah's hand, twining his thin fingers between rougher ones and tugging him toward the stairs and upward.

Honestly, it was cute. So far, Isiah hadn't seen even a glimmer of Ricky's forceful side, and while this wasn't biting his lower lip and cutting trails in his back with fingernails, it was a start. Maybe it was better to ease into it and let him take the lead.

"T-Take off your clothes," Ricky spoke as soon as his apartment door shut behind him, his voice wavering despite his attempt to inject an air of urgency. Pulling at Isaiah's tie and unbuttoning his shirt, he tugged him toward what Isaiah assumed was the bedroom, a hungry look filling his brown eyes and his shaky shyness evaporating. There was that energy Isaiah had been looking for since he first laid eyes on Ricky's texts.

"Not even a kiss first?" Isaiah tried to tease, but he could feel his cock stiffening. Pushy was what he was looking for, and questioning Ricky's motivations would only end in blue balls. Tossing clothes to the side as they went, Isaiah stripped down to nothing but his black socks, his cock leading the way. He was confident in his appearance, so he wasn't afraid to bare it all, and he'd stopped by the gym before their date, pumping up his toned muscles and only stopping once his black hair dripped with sweat.

"Not yet. I'm not supposed-" Again, stopping himself mid-sentence, Ricky bit his lower lip, pushing Isaiah back on the bed (With some help from Isaiah... He was too delicate to put much force behind his shove.) and digging around in the bedside drawer, then producing a spool of rope, which he clumsily wrapped around each of Isaiah's wrists then his ankles, trapping him spread-eagle on the bed with his cock sticking straight up in its nearly-foot-long glory, outlined by the tan lines from a speedo.

"Hey. Hey! Calm down. You're doing fine." Isaiah said with a reassuring smile, worried about the twink's concentrating look and fumbling hands. Tonight had to be his first time taking control. With how he looked, it made sense. Half the gay community would peg him as a mewling bottom when they saw his girly figure and medium-length hair. As six and a half foot tall gym bunny, Isaiah knew how that was. Everyone wanted to call him daddy and make him take charge. It was hard to ask for domination when you're hairy and buff enough to throw most guys.

"I'm not going anywhere, so why don't you enjoy yourself? Do what feels right, and I'll let you know if I want to stop." Speaking softly, Isaiah tried to soothe Ricky's panic, nodding toward his erection with a smirk. "If you need proof that you're doing it right, I don't think HE can lie." In truth, it was the feeling of the ropes against sensitive skin more than Ricky's actions, but there was nothing wrong with stroking his ego.

"I shouldn't. I'm supposed to wait-" Ricky stopped messing with the knots, sitting back and reaching out toward Isaiah's cock as though mesmerized. Visibly struggling with his desire, he wriggled out of his pants, revealing a cute, clean-shaven cock that dripped in time with each pulse of its length and the soft swell of a bubble butt outlined above his arched back. "Maybe just a taste-" He trailed off, his face growing closer until those soft pink lips met the pearl of pre at the apex of Isaiah's cock.

"Fuck. That's it. I'm not going anywhere. Take your time." Isaiah hissed through his teeth as Ricky's soft lips and exploring tongue worked along his tip, sucking up his cock's offering. Ricky grew bolder by the second, bobbing his head and working his way down nearly half his length, showing a degree of skill that his shyness hid incredibly well. No doubt honed by pushy tops.

Minutes passed in blissful silence as Ricky sucked away, his efforts leaving trails of drool down Isaiah's cock and sending electricity radiating through the bound man's brain. While there was a clear limit to how deep he could take the shaft- accompanied by pitiful-sounding gags and soft sounds of apology- his tongue never wavered, flicking over the underside and teasing thick globs of precum down his throat. It was squarely in the top three blowjobs that Isaiah had ever experienced.

"F-Fuck. I'm almost-" Tensing up, Isaiah thrust forward, triggering another gag as he tried desperately to bury himself to the hilt, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as increased suction pulled every heavy spurt he had to offer, disappearing down Ricky's throat in heavy gulps and drooling from his stretched lips as his glazed brown eyes stared off into space, clearly cockdrunk as he concentrated on the throbbing shaft in his mouth.

"Tsk. Ricky, what are you doing? I told you to tie him up and nothing else." Pulling Isaiah out of his post-orgasm stupor, a condescending voice drew his gaze toward the doorway, revealing a creature that set his heart pounding. It wasn't human, and as its form clarified, stepping from the darkness, brightly colored, jagged blue stripes appeared in its midnight black skin, shining with a peculiar form of wetness that reminded him of latex bondage gear. With every word, its mouth opened, revealing a wagging tongue with a bulbous tip and surprisingly sharp teeth. Was it- no, he- a frog?

"Red. Fuck. Pineapple. Power Ranger. Let-me-the-fuck-out-" Isaiah started, struggling against his bonds as his cock flopped from Ricky's mouth. Gibberish was his panicked mind's attempt at applying a safeword to the absurd situation, but deep down, Isaiah knew he was at the creature's mercy. One tug at his ropes told him that his muscles couldn't break free, and Ricky's expression told him that the rudely awakened twink wasn't surprised at its appearance, which meant Isaiah couldn't expect help. Whatever the fuck was going on, it was something he'd have to endure.

"Shhh. I'll deal with you in a bit, beefcake." Turning orange eyes on Ricky, the frog reached out one webbed hand, caressing the twink's cheek and leaning in with a dangerous tone. "Ricky, we've talked about this. You're supposed to lure him in so that I can have fun. You didn't even save me a mouthful, did you?" Slapping the dazed twink's face hard enough to leave a red mark, he sighed, then grabbed hold of a hunk of hair, bringing them eye to eye.

"I-I'm sorry, Cash. I didn't mean to disobey you!" Tears gathering in his eyes, Ricky looked up at the frog with an anguished expression. "He was just so big, and he smelled so good. I got carried away. I tied him up, though, just like you asked! You can use him all you want!" Leaning into the cruel pull at his hair, he nuzzled into another webbed hand, sucking apologetically at one fingertip.

"You don't deserve to be forgiven." Sighing as he fingerfucked Ricky's mouth, then glancing from Isaiah to the sloppily sucking boy, he grinned, popping his finger free and wiping it across the boy's face. "I planned to do this later, but seeing as my prey's gone soft, and I don't feel like riding something floppy and half-hearted, why don't I use you instead?"

"B-But you said I'm too small. That's why you always use my throat with a condom-" Silenced by the frog's mouth, Ricky whimpered, his throat moving in an alien wobble as wet gags filled the air. It seemed that tongue wasn't just for show, and by the time he pulled away, slobber coated Ricky's face, and his breath came in soft pants while his gaze stared off into space. "O-Okay. Anything you want, sir." He said, his voice small and hoarse and his brown eyes dull as though he'd just received a heavy dose of sedatives.

"That's it. You love the way I taste, don't you? You've been a good little pet, regardless of your dick's size. You've more than earned a place at my side." Flexing muscles that almost matched Isaiah's, the frog maneuvered the limp, unresisting twink into position over the tied man's face, slapping his upturned ass and setting his leaking cock inches from Isaiah's face.

The shadow of the frog's impressive size silenced the tied man's protests, and the desire to avoid whatever had instantly calmed Ricky's protests stuffed his words down his throat. If all 'Cash' wanted was to fuck him, he could follow along. Maybe the frog would let down his guard, and he could attempt his escape.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you. This place is soundproof, so I can do whatever I like to you, and no one will ever know. You may as well enjoy yourself." Winking down at Isaiah, the frog aligned himself with Ricky's winking pucker, smearing his dripping tip over the pink hole as his wobbling balls threatened to drag over Isaiah's nose, bringing with them an intense musk that left no doubt to his masculinity. In other circumstances, it would be disgusting; but something about Cash's attitude brought a sweet allure to the scent.

"F-Fuck you." Isaiah tried to resist the allure of the frog's cocky attitude, but an open-palmed slap across his face silenced his protests, bringing a twitch to his cock. As much as it stung, he had to admit that it was EXACTLY how Isaiah wanted to get fucked. Even the flexing pucker above his face became more attractive with each push of his hips, demanding his tongue but staying stubbornly out of reach. Was he falling for this foul-mouthed monster?

"No condom this time, baby boy. Feel that? You're going to be just like me." Pushing himself deep, Cash spread Ricky's hole more with each push, working more of his onyx cock past that flexing pink hole. Aside from the stinging reminder of his place, he seemed to ignore Isaiah's presence, cooing to the shivering boy as he split him open and swiveling his hips to drag desperate moans from his mouth.

"I-It feels even better. Thank you, sir!" Ricky's voice whimpered out, his breath teasing the base of Isaiah's spent cock with each forceful push and his hands digging into the bed at either side of the tied man's hips. With each inch that disappeared into him, he let loose another thin string of desire, painting Isaiah's chest.

"That's it. Clench for me. Show our guest just how desperate you are." Bringing his webbed hand down on Ricky's ass in a series of goading slaps, the frog sped his thrusts, his balls growing wet with gooey droplets as they slapped cruelly against the backside of the human's. "Fuck. Been waiting for this for months. You'd better be grateful. I was going to blow this load down the beefcake's throat before I sat on his cock."

Pulling Ricky into his lap, the frog smothered Isaiah in his sweating backside, his smooth, striped balls flopping over the human's face and bathing him in the gooey remnants of his effort, leaving Isiaah no choice but to breathe in every bit of the musky, exotic scent. Rhythmic churning left no doubt that he was filling Ricky's ass. A steady dribble of seed confirmed it, threatening to smother Isaiah in gooey musk unless he breathed through his mouth, letting the peculiar slimy coating bathe his tongue.

"Oh, what's this? Are you volunteering to polish my balls? Don't mind if I take you up on that offer~." Mocking Isaiah, the frog swiveled his hips, smearing sloppy balls over the tied man's face and filling his mouth with one sweating orb. "That's a good boy. Lick it up. You'll love it." He murmured, grunting as he returned to rocking his hips into Ricky's unresisting body.

"Mmmph." Isiah tried to protest, but that first taste was far more than sweat. A sweet tang colored the otherwise earthy flavor, and each smear of slippery balls over his tongue sent a tingling, floating feeling through his body, amplified by the second. Before long, he polished that orb willingly, lapping at every bit of wonderous flavor and pressing his nose into the heated embrace of the Cash's perineum, nostrils flaring to drag deep lungfuls of musk.

"You catch on quick, don't you? No need to thank me, I'm more than willing to share my little gift with bitches like yourself." Popping his polished nut from the feverishly sucking human's mouth, Cash slopped his softening cock from Ricky's hole, smearing its splurting tip over Isaiah's face before his dripping rump disappeared from view. "Though you won't enjoy it as long as my little junkie did. I've got big plans for you." He cooed as he released Isaiah's hands, slapping Ricky's ruined ass playfully on his way to free the rest of him.

Desperate for more of that addictive feeling, Isaiah practically threw himself at Cash, his mouth seeking those fat balls and that spent cock. "Please. More. Please." He babbled, rubbing himself desperately against the frog's manhood without a hint of shame. Fuck pride. Fuck being a top. He'd sit on that glorious cock for another taste of that heavenly glaze. Poison, slime, drugs- it didn't matter- he needed more at any cost.

Another slap brought a whimper from the desperate man's mouth, adding a sting to the floating warmth that infused his entire body. "None of that, bitch boy. If you want more, it's right there." With a wicked grin that showed off small, sharp teeth, he cocked his head toward Ricky's prone form and the cum still drooling from his ass. With the way he was squirming, it was clear that the frog's cum was a concentrated dose.

Desperation brought Isaiah's mouth to that heavenly river, burying his face between clean-shaven cheeks as he sought that addictive flavor. It was better than Cash's balls, and soon he found himself sucking at Ricky's hole, his tongue working its way in to seek more and his moans vibrating wetly through the limp twink's shivering body. Every lick, slurp, and swallow went straight to his cock, hardening him enough to break steel, and he feasted like a wild animal, growling his pleasure.

"Greedy boy. Never seen someone get addicted this fast." Cash cooed as he grabbed Isaiah by a handful of hair, pulling him away from his prize to face the frog. "Oh, don't give me that look. You'll get more. But first, open your mouth." Leaning in, he mashed his lips against Isaiah's, forcing his tongue down the addled human's throat and pressing his muscular chest against Isaiah's, smearing sweat and poisonous, drugged slime over sensitive skin, lighting nerves on fire with each sticky touch.

"Oh, look at that. Your treat just got even better." Cash murmured as he broke the kiss, biting Isiah's lower lip and spreading Ricky's ass for him, showing off an intriguing sight.

Rather than the pink, wiggling sight that Isaiah buried his face in moments ago, a darker grey color had taken over, accented with bright pink swirls that framed a puffy, pouting black hole. As Isaiah watched, still licking his lips clean of cum and Cash's drool, the colors spread down his legs, converting his feet into wide, webbed ones to match the pair of hands clutching at the bedspread and the open, panting amphibious mouth at the other end of the bed.

"Looks like he's finished, but you're just starting~." Cash smirked, slapping that upturned ass as he forced Isaiah back between bubblier cheeks, smothering him in the scent of cum, sweat, and frog ass. Still keeping a firm hold of his hair, he kept him there, forcing his lips against that puffy pucker in a perverse kiss. "Keep cleaning. There's still more for you to lick up."

Eyes rolling up in his head from the heavy jolts of electricity arcing through his body, Isaiah followed orders, slurping that drooling hole and digging his tongue deeper by the second. Air was a secondary need. For now, he wanted to lick every drop of Cash's cum from the heated inner walls of Ricky's hole, and his lengthening tongue reflected that, matching the blunted triangular muzzle pushing out of his face.

It wasn't until Isaiah lost the last of his hair to deliciously smooth amphibious skin that Cash let go of the back of his head, leaving him to whimper and suckle at Ricky's hole, desperate for the cum he'd long since lapped up. Each lick worked less than the last, and he was barely getting a buzz from sucking on Ricky's hole, drawing desperate moans from the half-conscious frog's mouth. Was it because Isaiah was a frog now? Or was it because he needed more straight from the source?

"Well, aren't you handsome? I knew I chose well from the moment I started flirting with you." Smacking Isaiah's ass as he mounted Isaiah with all the ease of a cowboy settling on horseback, Cash demanded his attention, smearing Isaiah's cock against his in a sloppy dance while draping himself over the newly changed frog's lap. Webbed fingers felt along the hairless muscle, weighing Isaiah's pecs with an affectionately dominant touch. "It'll be much easier to get off with this hard body rutting against me and this huge cock wrecking my ass. Ricky's a sweet little fuck, but he barely tickles the right spot."

"Please. Sir. I feel-" Isaiah trailed off as Cash darted forward, sinking his teeth into one pec and seizing Isaiah's cock in one slick hand. Every sensation amplified, and the slickness around his cock sent an even more powerful warmth straight to his core, taking away what coherent thought he had left. All that was left was a dominating bite, a slathering tongue, and fevered strokes.

"You talk when I tell you to." Cash purred, his webbed fingers moving to the back of Isaiah's head. "I assume you've figured it out by now, but if you're as stupid as you look, I'm the one that indulged all those adorable kinks of yours, not Ricky. I'm the one that knows what makes you tick." Nodding toward his snoring companion, Cash rolled his finger over the tip of Isaiah's cock, spreading the growing stream of pre over his length and adding a slick shine to the needy shaft. "It's part of what drew me toward you. A heavy hunk with a penchant for following orders is a turn-on. Just a needy boy that can take all the abuse I dish out~."

Drawing a whimper from Isiah's throat, the frog lifted himself, guiding the newly transformed man's cock between his legs to kiss against a puffy, experienced hole. "How did you put it? 'I want you to ride my cock until I can't feel my legs and I'm cumming dust.'" Like a snake darting forward to swallow its prey, he sat down, capturing Isaiah's cock in intense, clenching heat that flowed like liquid silk around his cock, only stopping once his hole kissed striped black and green balls. "I can certainly follow through on my promise to do just that."

Barely able to remain upright from the intense heat and litany of biting kisses along his chest, neck, and cheeks, Isaiah weathered the storm of Cash's aggressive affections, floating on a cloud of drugged, fuck-drunk bliss. This sensation was everything he'd ever wanted, and then some, though he'd imagined the one dominating him would be less manly than the toned frog currently slamming his jiggly ass down hard enough to sting his balls with every wet slap. How foolish was he? Cash had to be the best fuck in town- hell, maybe even on the planet.

"You'd better- Fuck yeah, you're throbbing so fucking hard- better get used to this treatment." His speech fragmented by dirty talk, the panting frog warned Isaiah. "This fuckin' cock is a treasure, and I'm going to fuckin' use it until it falls off. Sounds good, doesn't it, bitch?" Without waiting for an answer, he tightened his grip, expertly riding his prize as sticky sweat and dripping drugged secretions slicked Isaiah's lap, adding a sweet symphony of wet suction to the slapping sounds of ass on balls.

Teeth mashed together in a savage kiss, and Isaiah welcomed his new master's tongue without a gag, his sticky appendage wrapping around it and adding to the webs of saliva drooling from their mouths with every wet slurp. Isaiah was still clumsy, but his master's pleased sounds added incentive to master his new tongue, and before long, he could copy each motion, eagerly introducing his flair to the slurping mess.

"Fuck. Good boy. Just let go and fill me up." Cash snarled once their mouths parted, pushing Isaiah back onto the bed and kneeling over him, pressing down hard enough to bring an ache to Isaiah's hips. An increasingly fierce rhythm threatened to break the bed, and his efforts showed on his muscled stomach, outlining every movement of Isaiah's cock in a twitching bulge. All the while, his hands massaged and pulled at Isaiah's muscled chest, savaging his nipples with tugging urgency.

Isaiah couldn't resist the call of orgasm if he wanted to, with Cash milking him like an increasingly sloppy gorilla's fist. Reaching out, he gripped soft, well-muscled hips, adding to the sloppy shoves that swallowed his cock into sticky perfection with his desperate humping. Before long, his cock boiled over, filling the frog with enough pent-up cum to swell his stomach slightly, obscuring his cock's outline and sending his brain into the stratosphere as every nerve ending in his body fired at the same time, short-circuiting his brain.

Minutes passed in sweaty, musk-laden bliss before Cash's movement brought Isaiah down from the clouds, pulling off the newly changed frog's cock and reversing his position to show off the stretched, bubbling pucker between those squeezably soft cheeks. "No rest for the wicked, baby. I made a promise. I'm not stopping until you're cumming dust~." Seizing Isaiah's cock in both hands, he worked the half-hard shaft with long strokes, giving him no time to rest.

Shaking in quietly moaning desperation, Isaiah humped desperately into that slippery grip as the intense feelings overwhelmed his overworked cock. Still, it was too soon, and no matter how hard Cash stroked him, he couldn't finish, trapping him at the edge of orgasm. Still, the desperate frog didn't dare protest. At best, his efforts would grow crueler, and at worst, he might stop.

"That's it. Buck for me. Feels good, doesn't it, bitch?" Sliding backward and hunching over Isaiah, Cash smeared his leaking hole over the whimpering frog's face, grunting as Isaiah accepted the gaped hole's wet squish, sucking dutifully. "Clean up your mess while I use my new toy." He growled as he darted forward, a playful nip along the side of Isaiah's cock threatening to sink his teeth in before he swallowed the entire shaft in one go.

Somehow, Cash's ass tasted better than Ricky's, mixing a heavy musk with hints of sweetness and sweat that encouraged Isaiah's tongue deep into the frog's innards, seeking out dribbling pockets of cum to swallow down like a wanton whore. He could barely taste anything but a dark undercurrent of pure sex, but the texture of cum and slime mingled so perfectly that he didn't care, debasing himself and rolling his face against that delicious hole to mark himself with its scent.

Isaiah's new tongue proved its usefulness soon enough, digging further than his cock ever could and ripping a pleased moan from his master's mouth, vibrating his pleasure through every bobbing deepthroat. More than the feeling, he wanted more of Cash's approval, so he pressed his muzzle flush with the frog's ass, his tongue curling and thrashing until it found the sweet spot, then pounding hard in an increasingly frantic rhythm.

"Mmm. Gmmmph." Muffled by Isaiah's cock, Cash wrapped his arms around the humping frog's hips, slamming himself to the root and taking advantage of his dextrous tongue to invade Isaiah's mostly-virgin ass, setting off another orgasm the moment the ball of his tongue slammed into the sweet spot.

Gulping every drop with practiced ease without letting a single drop leave the vacuum of his lips, Cash massaged Isaiah's asscheeks, milking his cock with deep thrusts of that long tongue. Slow wiggles of his hips smeared Isaiah's face between his cheeks, depriving him of air until a slow grind painted newly-hairless pecs. Once the final drops fell, he released his vicelike grip, letting Isaiah take in grateful breaths and releasing his painfully drained cock, withdrawing his tongue with a low chuckle.

"We'll stop there for now. It wouldn't do to break this fat fuckin' dick." Cash cooed, hungry eyes turning toward Isaiah as he sat on the more well-built frog's stomach, dick still bubbling between his pecs. Tweaking sensitive nipples, he manhandled Isaiah's pecs, tugging hard enough to add a tinge of pain to the pleasure wracking his body. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to take good care of you. You're going to be such a well-behaved toy."

Eyes drifting closed, Isaiah panted, whimpering when the frog grew too rough with his chest. After so many successive shots, his body was exhausted, and his jaw was sore. Cash wouldn't care if he passed out, would he? He desperately wanted to please, but the bed was so soft, and the cooling sensation of drying cum sent a pleasant chill through him. He'd make it up to him when he woke up. After all, he'd be serving Cash as often as he could, in any way he could.

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