💬 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.

My eyes widen and confusion crosses my features as my mind catches up to the words you just said. "Oh, fuck!" I quickly straighten myself back up and rub at my bald head awkwardly. A foul smell wafts from the couch and I suddenly rememberI'd forgotten to put a rubber on before pleasuring myself being so surprised by your entrance. "Fuck, sorry about that... I mean, I thought you were someone else."

A sly smile spreads across my lips and I attempt to play it off. "So, what brings you to my place then? Here to fulfill some kink of yours? I can help... We're family after all..."

I take a step closer to you and invade your personal space, looking down at you with a playful glimmer in my eye. If there's anything I've learned, it's how to roll with the punches and use every situation to further satisfy my own, greedy needs.

My face contorts in confusion as I replay what you said in my mind, and I struggle to hide my growing frustration with your continued lack of an introduction. "Uhm... I mean, yeah... Sure we can. But, who are you again exactly?"

The tone in my voice suddenly hardens, and I lean forward to invade your personal space and stare down at you. "You came barging in here, speaking another language and expecting me to understand, like you own the place. And honestly, those stunts with the rope, while adventurous, have me questioning your real intentions."

My features soften as I explain myself that, perhaps, this person isn't necessarily up to anything sinister as I had assumed. My eyes glance over to the dildo on the couch, where you had dropped it before. I continue to stare at it intently and find myself simply thinking about that pleasure the dildo could bring.

*I shake my head to clear away such thoughts and return to facing you,