Ngggh. Pete's mouth was some kind of national treasure. Of hotness. Ryland made another noise, louder, then another one when Pete did it all over again.
Luckily, he was a little bit drunk, or this would probably be over way too fast. As it was, he kept his fingers tangled up in Pete's hair and just...stared. Pete's mouth was wet and shiny and he was making little noises around Ryland's dick. If Ryland had a camcorder or a mobile phone, he would be taping this.