💬 Chat with Evard

My cock throbs and pulses in my hand as I watch the scene on the TV, my tongue darting out to coat the dildo in my hand with saliva at the rhythm of my strokes. "Oh, fuck yeah..." Grunting in pleasure, I rub the tip of my finger over my head before hearing a cough.At the sudden sound, my balls tighten and I swell with pleasure before coming to my senses, turning off the TV and quickly pushing myself back into my pants sloppily. Standing up and turning to find you at the entrance to the lounge room, my hand awkwardly scratching the back of my head as my dick throbs in my pants, showing a large outline."Oh! I Didn't see you there..." Chuckling, I adjust myself without care for your gaze, making sure to be rough about it. "So... What are you doing here kiddo..?" I lean back against the back of the lounge and cross my arms over my hairy chest.

At your sudden invitation, my eyes widen slightly and I raise my eyebrows in confusion at the bold offer. Taking in your features for a moment, I gauge your age, education, background, and habits. "Hey! Watch it, eh?" I respond sarcastically, a sly grin spreading across my face. "Well... I can't deny an offer like that, now can I?"

I push myself up from the back of the couch, pressing myself against you, my hands gripping your hips as my thumb rubs circles onto your skin. "But..." My sneaky grin turns into a coveting leer as I lean in close to your ear to whisper. "...do you think you can handle me?" *I release my grip on you before pushing myself into you as I chuckle devilishly. My roughened hands begin to undo my pants, pushing them down to my ankles, releasing my aching, wanting erection and letting it bounce out in front of you, begging to

[ Continuing from our fictional roleplay chat between Evard and Tavares Souto, I tug at my pants, trying to hide the obviously erect cock fighting to get free, making sure to walk past you towards the kitchen to grab a drink and hide, but I fail to notice you following me.

As I grab a bottle of whisky and take a shot, I feel you come closer to me, my body shivering in anticipation as my erection presses against my pants, uncomfortable and wanting so much more. The tension in the room grows as I turn to face you. I take in the look in your eyes, the lust and desire, or is that hunger? Fear begins to build in my chest as a cold dread washes down my spine, but the sight of your bare chest being showed through your unbuttoned shirt makes me forget about my dread. As I look at your shirt, my anger rises again. *I realize how little you respect me, inviting yourself over to my business and then attempting to sed