Doris O'Connor Raven McAllan Julez Morbiu
Sitting in the chair Dashiell smiled behind the bouquet on long-stem callas. “Can you remember four years ago? He extended the flowers to Dorian, standing in his aqua briefs.
“Vaguely. I sucked your dick and you came three times.”
“Is that all that happened?”
“Let me think while I take down your swimwear. Is it this big?” Setting the flowers on the table next to Dashiell, Dorien measured a distance with his hands. “Let’s see if you can do again. Or maybe four times to celebrate four years.”
Tugging down Dashiell’s swimsuit, he stared at his partner’s emerging cock. “I see stirrings.”
“Honestly.” Dashiell stood up and pulled down Dorian’s underwear. “I want your dick fat and big, but today is more for another reason. Do I have to give you a clue?”
“Give me a minute. I want to see drizzles first.” Pushing Dashiell back down on the chair, Dorian lowered his head, his lips enveloping Dashiell’s rigid cock.
Dashiell’s head leaned back. He enjoyed the service he was receiving but then pushed Dorian’s head away.
“Let me finish.”
“Answer my question.”
“There was a reception.”
“I’m inviting you to our wedding anniversary party tonight.”