The Nature Trail: Mike & Harvey | Dec 22nd | Evening
As soon as the large cock was pressed to his lips he parted them more and wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, tongue darting tout to taste his Master in the moment the werewolf did not move, that moment when he spoke his orders. Mike moaned and put his hands flat upon his thighs, cock aching for a touch but to be left untouched in this. He moaned further at those words, to be left hard and at Harvey's mercy... Yes, he wanted that. Wanted the endless, torturous pleasure his Master would give him.
When Harvey moved Mike's eyes almost closed entirely. Lips covered his teeth and massaged along his length, tongue as well. He opened himself up, relaxed his jaw and his throat. Letting his Master's cock slide in and out of him. Pressing in so slowly that even with his throat relaxed he would gag, even as he moaned. He tried to lean forward to press in closer, letting his hair in Harvey's grasp pull, but wanting this so badly. Every bit of the werewolf he could get into his mouth and throat.