Couch Tongue Lock Ignites Raw Hunger

His lips sealed over mine on the worn gray couch, that buzzcut head of his angling in as his tongue—pierced and relentless—thrust deep, swirling against mine with a salty tang of pre-cum from earlier teasing licks. I moaned into him, my dark beard brushing his smooth jaw, eyes fluttering shut while his earring glinted under the dim room light. Fuck, the way he gripped my tank top, yanking me closer, our chests heaving—his mesh shirt scratching my skin like a promise of filth to come. “You taste like sin,” he growled between sucks, nipping my lower lip until it stung sweet.

My hands roamed his ripped back, feeling the heat radiating off him, that musky sweat scent hitting my nostrils like an aphrodisiac. He shifted, pinning me deeper into the cushions, his hips grinding slow circles that made my hole clench in anticipation. Shit, just his weight on me had pre-cum soaking my briefs. I tugged at his mesh top, peeling it off to reveal those pale, tattooed pecs, nipples hard as bullets. He smirked, eyes heavy-lidded, and stripped my black tank, thumbs flicking my nips until I arched, whimpering like his needy bitch.

Our mouths never broke far—wet smacks echoing as tongues battled sloppy. He shoved me back, dropping to his knees between my spread thighs, yanking down my shorts. His veiny cock sprang free from his own, but first, that pierced tongue traced my leaking slit, lapping up the pearl of pre with a hungry groan. “Gonna devour this pretty dick,” he rasped, swallowing me to the root in one filthy deepthroat, throat muscles milking me while his fingers dug into my furry thighs. I bucked, gasping, the slurps and gags filling the room, my balls tightening already.

But I needed more—pushed him up, spun us so I could worship. Sucking his thick shaft, inhaling his balls-deep musk, tongue swirling the piercing that bumped my tonsils. He face-fucked me gentle at first, then rougher, tears pricking my eyes from the stretch. “Good boy,” he panted, pulling out to flip me doggy over the couch arm. His spit-slick tongue rimmed my hole next—fuck, probing deep, making my ass quiver and drip. Vulnerable as hell, exposed like that, heart pounding with that raw connection.

Lube? Nah, we went raw—his fat head breaching my ring with a burn that melted into bliss. “Take it, baby,” he grunted, pounding missionary now, my legs hooked over his shoulders, our eyes locked in sweaty passion. Wet slaps, his sweat dripping onto my chest, cock stretching my greedy hole to its limit. I clawed his back, moaning his name, that emotional rush hitting hard amid the lust—shit, I was falling for this beast.

He railed deeper, balls smacking mine, until he roared, flooding my guts with hot ropes of cum, triggering my own explosion across my abs. We collapsed, panting, his softening dick plugging my creampied ass, lips brushing tender in afterglow. But little did I know, he had the collar waiting in his bag…