Your hand swept over my freshly trimmed, moisturized cock as Squid Game 2 was drawing to a cliffhanger of an end. You could see the credits roll as the music quietly began. "It was such an unfinished end, like come on!" you cribbed at the TV, as I tried to pacify you.

"Now why would you think they'd let us off the hook? This was quite deliberate in order to keep us glued for the final season..." I spelt out, as my shaft grew to its large, thick erection. "All this while, they had us guessing on what's going to happen, for nothing?" you sputtered out before taking my crown in your mouth aggressively, almost biting me in anguish. I recoiled from the sharp grip of your teeth, and my hand instinctively found your hair in a firm tight grip. I turned toward your side and choked your throat with my now-engorged manhood, fucking your mouth like the whore it was meant to be.

You gagged and sucked meaningfully, having resisted this urge since the last hour of our binge watch late in the night. I could feel my nerve stiffening as my balls were about to push the first spell of cum up my shaft, when you abruptly stopped and flung your mouth out of the intense blowjob. Such was the impact that I could see my crown glowing pink in the dim lighting coming from our 55 inch screen. With your hand to my chest, you pushed me flat down on the bed, and now mounted me like the queen you are. I smiled as your panties lay flung by the side of our bed, and my cock disappeared into your leaking, hairy cunt with one LOUD moan from your mouth. My hands curled up behind your ass and gripped both your cheeks firmly, positioning myself for a heavy, intense fuck that was to follow...