After the words of Augustine wales, he slowly dropped his gaze from Charles's belly button, letting his tongue trail downward toward the soft curls that framed his most intimate area.
Augustine circled his tongue through the brownish-black hair beneath Charles dick as he savour the moment, then opened his mouth and teasingly caught a strand between his teeth, giving it a playful tug that sent a shiver racing up Charles's spine.
"Ohh… fuck," Charles moaned, arching his back upwards because Augustine was driving him insane.
"Gush…"
Augustine smile, releasing the strand of hair from his mouth and this time around, he lift his gaze as he once more sealed the lips of Charles with a warm, firm kiss, pausing only to catch his breath before studying Charles's face.
He could see it—Charles was ready to be fucked. Charles eyes was dark with need.
Slowly, Augustine leaned in, lips brushing against Charles's ear as he whispered seductively, "Baby boy… can you please turn around?"
