Fucking Roberu and massaging his perineum… It would be like stimulating his prostate from both sides… His face becomes a sloppy mess, loud unrestrained moans escaping him… Crying at the overstimulation, drool trailing down his chin, unsure whether to grind against the gentle fingers on his perineum or to meet the rough thrusts against his prostate. His cock untouched; uselessly bobbing, pre-cum pearling at the head and twitching at every thrust. He’s struggling to voice his thoughts; every attempt at a word is cut off by a moan until he gives up and goes non-verbal. His hand shakily goes towards the hand on his perineum, trying to move it away as he’s reaching closer to orgasm, it’s too intense, too much. He’s too late though; he tightens around the cock in his ass as he squirts, eyes glazed as he shudders through his release. After a few moments of catching his breath and involuntary body twitches, he rasps out, “I never want to do that again!, despite the fact that he enjoyed it. His throat was sore from all his moans.
