Augustine bobbed his head up and down, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth as he let Charles fuck his throat with reckless desperation. Each movement sent Charles deeper, harder, and Augustine welcomed it—eyes glistening, throat tightening, tears slipping down his cheeks from the overwhelming fullness.
"Shit…" Charles hissed, fingers tightening in Augustine's hair so fiercely it felt like he might rip the strands out. "I… I'm so close, Augustine… don't stop… please don't stop…"
Those desperate words only spurred Augustine on. He quickened his pace, taking Charles deeper, and within seconds, Charles groaned loud and hard as his pre-cum spilled into Augustine's mouth.
"Yeah…" Augustine muttered through clenched lips, swallowing around him.
A moment later, Augustine slowly pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting him to Charles's cock. He licked his lips, eyes half-lidded, savoring the taste. Without breaking eye contact, he swallowed everything in one smooth gulp.
