"What… wait, does this mean you're game?" Charles asked, eyes lighting up with excitement. "You want to—ohh, fuck yes, Pookie! I've got enough strength in me to go five more rounds," he declared breathlessly, grabbing Charles's shoulders and gently flipping him onto his side.
Charles bit his lower lip to stifle a laugh as he watched Augustine groan and force himself out of bed.
With a fluid motion, Augustine hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down to his knees—revealing his thick, throbbing cock already standing at full attention, aching for another round.
Charles blushed, quickly turning his face away as a shy smile crept onto his lips. "I was only teasing, babe," he purred, closing his eyes as the heat of embarrassment flushed through him.
"You… you're sore?" Augustine asked, his voice laced with a hint of guilt and hesitation.
Charles gave a small nod in response, his cheeks still burning as he avoided Augustine's gaze.
Sigh!
