“Am I splitting you open, Kolenka? Does it feel like a tree trunk inside you?”
“Zayebis, yes! Your fence post is spreading me wide, Vikushka.”
Vincent moved his hand then, closed it over Nikoloz’s cock. “Sometime we’ll have to see how wide you can spread my asshole, partner. For now, I think I’ll just make you squirm a bit.”
And Nikoloz did squirm. Vincent’s muscular fingers tugged and stroked his cock, pulling pre-come out of him. His hand slid down to cup Nikoloz’s balls, gently squeezing them before returning to the cock. He pumped rapidly, making Nikoloz’s hips twitch in rhythm, making him fuck himself harder on Vincent’s thick shaft.
“Yebl menya,Vikushka! Forget my damn hip.” Nikoloz shoved hard against his partner’s crotch, impaling himself deeper and deeper. Vincent put his hands back on Nikoloz’s waist, holding him steady. His hips thrust forward, bucking up and down, pounding Nikoloz’s ass.
“God, Kolenka, you may kill me yet. I can’t hold out much longer.”