Chase couldn't believe he had this large, beautiful cock sliding into and out of his stretched lips. It had a musky smell and whatever forest-scented body wash Bobby used. Chase loved how slutty he felt as his girlfriend's hand never left the back of his head. She was making him do this. She was forcing him to be her slut, and he fucking loved that for reasons he couldn't even begin to analyze. He couldn't actually tell which part he loved more, the throbbing cock in his mouth, or the forceful hand of his girlfriend on the back of his head.

As Chase sucked as much of the first five...