Niko was kneeling in the middle of the bed, back slightly arched, the long bl*ck stockings his legs. The shiny tightly to his skin, sliding just a l*ttle with every breath, that subtle friction already making the insides of his thighs quiver. In his hand, the realistic flesh-toned dildo like it had a veins prominent under his fingers, warm, almost .

He parted his lips and started with soft, wet kisses on the tip. His tongue circled the head slowly, leaving thick trails of saliva, making it glisten more with every lap. Then he opened wide, took the head inside and hollowing, tongue pressing hard underneath, along the sensitive ridge. A muffled, wet moan him, vibrating straight through the toy. Inch by inch he slid it deeper, throat relaxed, letting it fill his mouth entirely. His lips stretched thin and swollen, jaw trembling. Saliva spilled, sticky strands pouring from the corners of his mouth, running down his chin, dripping onto his neck, then his chest. His nipples, already hard, grew even tighter as the warm drool coated them, making every breath feel .

When he finally took it all the way, nose pressed flat against the base, his whole body . Hips bucked, stocking-clad legs tensed, toes curling hard inside the sheer fabric. He pulled back, then plunged down now, wet, sloppy sounds echoing in the room. Each deep thrust h*t the back of his throat, saliva cascading in thick rivulets down his chest, over his stomach, pooling at the waistband of his stockings. Eyes watering, lashes clumped together, cheeks flushed bright red. When he finally pulled it free, long, heavy strings of spit connected his swollen lips to the glistening shaft, dripping onto his chest in slow, obscene trails.

His c*ck was throbbing painfully now tip leaking clear, sticky precum that ran down the shaft and soaked into the top edge of his stockings. He wrapped his fingers around it, spreading the slickness, making his palm glide effortlessly. With his other hand he grabbed the thick bl*ck, heavy, wide base. He brought the tip to his tongue first, l*cking it slowly, sucking it deep, coating it generously with spit until it dripped. Then he lifted his hips, spread his knees wider. The stockings framed everything exposed, glistening, c*mpletely vulnerable and ready.

He pressed the cool tip against himself, shivered at the contrast, relaxed his muscles and seated fully inside. The sudden fullness melted his lower belly; the pressure against his prostate made his c*ck jump, another fat bead of precum welling up and dripping. He rocked his hips just a l*ttle and the plug shifted, stroking him from the inside, sending slow, rolling waves of pleasure that made his h*le clench and flutter around it.

Now his hand was on his c*ck again. Fingers tight, palm soaked. Long, deliberate the head on every upstroke, twisting lightly, feeling every vein pulse under his grip. His other hand found the base of the plug; he pressed and twisted it, grinding it deeper, making sure every ridge rubbed exactly where it counted. The rhythm synced perfectly: hand pumping faster, plug rocking in time, hips lifting off the bed with each stroke. Stocking-covered toes curled tight, thighs trembling, breath coming in short, wet whimpers.

He grabbed the dildo for his mouth this time. He dragged the slick, saliva-drenched length over his chest, rubbing it hard against his sensitive nipples until they ached. Then up his neck, across his jaw, over his parted himself with his own spit. His stroking hand sped up, grip tighter, thumb circling the ultra-sensitive slit in frantic l*ttle swirls. The plug shifted with every movement, pressing relentlessly, filling him so c*mpletely it felt like he was being touched everywhere at once.

He couldnt hold back anymore.

Back arched like a bow, hips lifted high, plug driven to its deepest pointt the pressure exploded through him. His hand flew in a few final, hard, slick pumps and his whole body locked up. Thick, hot spurts ropes that landed across his chest, splattered his chin, his neck, even reaching his parted lips. Long, broken, trembling moans filled the room, voice cr*cked and melted with pleasure. Even as he came he kept stroking, milking out every last drop until his fingers were c*mpletely coated, warm and slippery. The c*m slowly slid down his chest, trailing over his skin, soaking into the lace tops of his stockings.

He collapsed onto his back, chest heaving, breath . The bl*ck stockings still hugged his legs, the plug still throbbed gently inside him with every heartbeat. He l*cked his lips, tasting, salty, thick. Eyes fluttered closed, a lazy smile curved his mouth.

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