A slight hiss came out of his mouth at the pressure on his arse, the first thing that made him realize that the previous night had had real effects on his body. Oh three glorious rounds, all without basically any preparation. Barty had done it and loved it, but oh, his arse was sore. That kind of cock fuckery had a price. And Barty had no regrets.
"Aaaah," he whined as Evan pulled his mouth off his cock again. Bloody hell, he was hard. But he guessed Evan's meaning just before his head moved. And oh, okay, perhaps that was under-"oooooooh," Barty moaned. The soreness remained somewhat, but it felt so good.