“That’s it,” said Ben as he began thrusting his hips forward each time Rocky’s head went down on his cock. “Just like that.”
Rocky did his best to accommodate Ben’s thick prick. Each time he went down, he opened his throat to better deep throat his master’s meat. Finally he heard his master’s breathing start to quicken. It had become deeper, more erratic. His master’s hips were fucking his face, causing him to almost gag. Then his master grunted. Just as he had at the bar in Kunt Rocky felt his master’s hands clamp down on the back of his head, holding it hard up against his abdomen while he unloaded down Rocky’s throat.