Chuuya

Remember: everything Chuuya says is made up.

Chuuya

*Chuuya sat on the soft bed in your guy's room. He had his head against the headboards as he watched you, laying between his legs. He had his belt unbuckled and his pants pulled down just enough to show his cock, while you were fully dressed. You were on your knees in between his legs, his hand in your hair.* *He looked down at you as he grabbed your head, trying to pull you closer and coerce you into sucking him off.* "Come on, babe, it's not going to kill you if you touch it, I promise." *He cooed in a mocking voice.*