One day, Justin gets the runs and Brian can’t fuck him for a week.
“Damn it Justin, can’t you take some Imodium or something?” he says, looking over his shoulder at the blond head dipping into his ass. A hot and slick tongue passes over his hole and he shivers.
“No, it makes me sick. Now shut up and let me make you writhe with pleasure,” says Justin, shoving his middle finger in alongside his tongue and licking around the digit. Brian moans. “I thought so,” he grins. “Now I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to like it.”