Remembering when you are being fucked within an inch of your life tends to be difficult.
Especially when the person fucking knows how to unravel you.
Every thread, tugging it, and uncoiling it with his cock and hands. Throw in the tongue too, and it's game over.
He is crying; he can feel his tears streaming down his face, but it's not because he is sad.
It's the stimulation that's so heightened, to the point he feels like he is going to combust.
Travis is giving his all tonight, the bed has long broken, and he has a fleeting thought of how he is going to explain that one when he orders a new one, and his parents see.
His voice is gone, but he is still whimpering, crying, and all plaintive as Travis rocks into him, the deep, tight snapping of his hips turning to slow rolls, and that just makes his eyes roll at the back of his head.
