Spencer couldn’t help but gag as Chris fucked his throat, loving how warm his mouth was.
Chris couldn't help but moan as Spencer's throat clutched around him. “Such a little cock slut, baby…” Chris groaned, resting his head against the tour bus.
Be didn’t care that they were out in broad daylight. Spencer moaned around Chris' cøck. He was desperate to taste the boy.
Chris groaned as he slipped out of the boy‘s mouth, groaning as the cold air hit his cock.
Spencer whimpered looking at Chris wondering what the goth had in mind.
Chris didn’t care that they were outside as he bent Spencer over the front of the bonnet, pulling his jeans and underwear to his ankles.
"Going to fück my hole, Daddy?" Spencer whimpered. “Yeah, baby,” Chris spoke, spanking Spencer over and over.
Spencer moaned as his ass was starting to sting. “Take it, baby. Heard how you screamed when Justin spanked you.”
"Can't help it, daddy. I love it when I'm spanked,"
Chris smiled as he dropped to his knees, licking all over Spencer’s hole. Spencer whimpered trying to push back against Chris' tongue.
Smirking, Chris spread the boy’s cheeks, dipping his tongue in as deep as he could.
"Fück, daddy. Love your tongue," Spencer moaned. Chris whimpered at the pet name, fucking the boy open with his tongue.
"W-want your cøck, Daddy," Chris grabbed Spencer’s throat, dragging him onto the tour bus and locking the door.
"On your hands and knees, bitch," Chris ordered. Spencer did as he was told, climbing onto all fours on the floor, presenting his tight, unfucked hole.
"Tell me, baby. When was the last time someone was in my hole?" “Never, Daddy. Only had fingers.”
"Is that right? How many fingers have you used on yourself?" “Two, Daddy.” "Just two?"
“Yeah, daddy. Wanted you to always be my first.” "Finger yourself open for me, baby,"
Spencer didn’t have to be told twice as he sucked on two fingers, before bringing them to his tight hole, pushing them in.
Spencer fûcked himself open with his fingers curling them slightly. He couldn't help but moan when he brushed his prostate.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Chris asked as he grabbed a handful of the boy’s thick ass.
"Y-yes, Daddy," Spencer whimpered as his free hand gripped the carpet.
“Think you can take daddy’s cock?” "Y-yes," Spencer grunts. Chris pushed Spencer onto the sofa, climbing between the boy’s legs.
He spits in the palm of his hand spreading the liquid along his cøck before slapping his tip against Spencer's entrance.
"I have been dying to fück you, baby," Chris spoke. “I’m all yours, daddy. Please touch me.”
Chris lined up with Spencer's entrance and slowly pushed inside. He watched as Spencer's hole stretched around his fat tip.
Spencer couldn't help but hiss in pain but never once told Chris to stop. “You okay, baby? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.”
"I-I'm fine," Spencer grunts. Chris nodded as he allowed Soencer to adjust before pushing the rest of the way in.
Spencer screamed out, gripping the arm of the sofa. “F-fuck…daddy!”
