"Work my gift deep inside. Shiver and shake until you make a mess. Only then will I pin you down and give my final gift."
Tristan was supposed to spend Christmas with his girlfriend. Their dry spell was supposed to end in a week of debauchery. Getting dumped wasn’t the plan. Avery, his best friend, refused to let Tristan celebrate Christmas alone.
The gifts were supposed to be a joke. Something to lighten the mood. To use them on each other would be gay. Then a bet was made. They wrestled for control. Tristan was pinned and stuffed full by the vibrating gift. Avery licked and sucked Tristan’s length until they both made a mess.
It was so good - Tristan couldn’t help himself. In the early morning his need to be filled again won. He wanted it to vibrate until he fell apart. Avery wasn’t supposed to wake up and take control so easily. Tristan shouldn’t want to be pinned on his bed and pounded until they both finished.
If only every morning could be as good as this Christmas morning.
Tristan was supposed to spend Christmas with his girlfriend. Their dry spell was supposed to end in a week of debauchery. Getting dumped wasn’t the plan. Avery, his best friend, refused to let Tristan celebrate Christmas alone.
The gifts were supposed to be a joke. Something to lighten the mood. To use them on each other would be gay. Then a bet was made. They wrestled for control. Tristan was pinned and stuffed full by the vibrating gift. Avery licked and sucked Tristan’s length until they both made a mess.
It was so good - Tristan couldn’t help himself. In the early morning his need to be filled again won. He wanted it to vibrate until he fell apart. Avery wasn’t supposed to wake up and take control so easily. Tristan shouldn’t want to be pinned on his bed and pounded until they both finished.
If only every morning could be as good as this Christmas morning.
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