One thing he had always prided himself on - in almost all aspects of his life - was keeping his promises. There were, of course, cases where what people thought he'd promised turned out to be something else entirely, but within the bounds of his own values, he always delivered.
He took especial pleasure in doing so when it came to Monty.
He's almost lost track of the number of times he's cum into their aching, straining cunt, the various liquids mingling together and dripping over the bench, practically spraying out with every thrust, his fingers soaked in it. If it weren't for the beautiful mesh of chains Monty was wearing, the links hooked into their jewelry, Justin might lose track of their clit, but as it was, he can tease them with pinpoint perfection, twisting and yanking on the rings and squeezing around their cock, slippery with their combined release but never quite letting up the constant stimulation. By the time Monty is nearly insensate with pleasure, their thighs quivering with effort and their knees sliding on the bench only to be caught by the bonds around their wrists and Justin's strong hands, Justin has moved on, slick fingers probing perfunctorily at their ass, feeling the way their body opens up perfectly with the ease of habit at the familiar demand, even after weeks of deliberate abstinence.
"Your holes are so good for me, Monty," he whispers, sounding pleases, as he rubs his damp cock between the aching red cheeks of Monty's ass, well-spanked and yet still eager. "They know exactly how they're meant to be used, don't they? They've missed being properly filled and fucked." He arches up, buries his cock home in one long, demanding, purposeful motion, barely giving Monty any room to adjust or shift around the girth of Justin's cock filling his ass.
His fingers pluck deliberately at the chains, pulling on the already strained and weary flesh of Monty's clit and pussy. He knows Monty is far too exhausted at this point to do more than shift slightly in response, but he can still feel their eagerness as he starts to work up a rhythm again, eventually coming twice in their ass, leaving them leaking from all their holes, their little cock spent and twitching with overstimulation while his own cum leaks out, dripping from the bench down to the floor.
"Wake up for me, baby," he murmurs, pulling out of Monty, his cock followed by a gush of cum, dripping down their spread thighs and absolutely ruined stockings and garters. "I want to have you on the floor."
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He took especial pleasure in doing so when it came to Monty.
He's almost lost track of the number of times he's cum into their aching, straining cunt, the various liquids mingling together and dripping over the bench, practically spraying out with every thrust, his fingers soaked in it. If it weren't for the beautiful mesh of chains Monty was wearing, the links hooked into their jewelry, Justin might lose track of their clit, but as it was, he can tease them with pinpoint perfection, twisting and yanking on the rings and squeezing around their cock, slippery with their combined release but never quite letting up the constant stimulation. By the time Monty is nearly insensate with pleasure, their thighs quivering with effort and their knees sliding on the bench only to be caught by the bonds around their wrists and Justin's strong hands, Justin has moved on, slick fingers probing perfunctorily at their ass, feeling the way their body opens up perfectly with the ease of habit at the familiar demand, even after weeks of deliberate abstinence.
"Your holes are so good for me, Monty," he whispers, sounding pleases, as he rubs his damp cock between the aching red cheeks of Monty's ass, well-spanked and yet still eager. "They know exactly how they're meant to be used, don't they? They've missed being properly filled and fucked." He arches up, buries his cock home in one long, demanding, purposeful motion, barely giving Monty any room to adjust or shift around the girth of Justin's cock filling his ass.
His fingers pluck deliberately at the chains, pulling on the already strained and weary flesh of Monty's clit and pussy. He knows Monty is far too exhausted at this point to do more than shift slightly in response, but he can still feel their eagerness as he starts to work up a rhythm again, eventually coming twice in their ass, leaving them leaking from all their holes, their little cock spent and twitching with overstimulation while his own cum leaks out, dripping from the bench down to the floor.
"Wake up for me, baby," he murmurs, pulling out of Monty, his cock followed by a gush of cum, dripping down their spread thighs and absolutely ruined stockings and garters. "I want to have you on the floor."