Jake's only reply is to moan "Oh god," weakly into the duvet, his fingers clutching at the fabric beneath him as a violent shiver works its way down his back, courtesy of the scrape of Cougar's beard on his ass.
He whimpers when Cougar's tongue works its way between his cheeks, laving over his hole like he's licking a fucking ice cream cone before he goes for broke apparently and just pushes in.
The noise that pushes up from his throat is something between a yelp and a shout, and he can't even feel bad about it. "Fuck!"
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He whimpers when Cougar's tongue works its way between his cheeks, laving over his hole like he's licking a fucking ice cream cone before he goes for broke apparently and just pushes in.
The noise that pushes up from his throat is something between a yelp and a shout, and he can't even feel bad about it. "Fuck!"