Suck it, Augustine.

As a scream escaped the lips of Augustine, he tried to force himself up from the bed but his cage hands made it harder.

"Still," Charles purred, with Augustine's dick still inside his mouth, his hot breath driving Augustine to the edge of insanity.

He stopped stroking Augustine's dick as he firmly held it, while gently sliding Augustine's cock out of his mouth.

Charles released Augustine's cock from his mouth with a wet pop, his lips glistening as he gazed hungrily at the soaked fabric clinging to Augustine's throbbing member.

The wet fabric was now transparent, the swollen tip of Augustine's cock clearly visible, the pulsing vein winding down the shaft begging to be touched.

Augustine's cock was a sight to behold, thick and veiny, its length straining against the wet fabric of his boxer brief.

Charles couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to take it inside him, to be filled and stretched by that monstrous member.