The way that Bits looks at me sometimes is like a drug in and of itself, but it's a good one. A healthy craving, but one that I'm addicted to all the same. His eyes are like molasses and they drag across me just as slow.

I watch him as he undresses, eyes lingering on the golden curls framing his pink cock, and I sigh as he sits on my lap again. My hands go back to his ass, and this time I really grab a good handful of each cheek and give a good squeeze.

"Yeah, it's good," I breathe out, humming as he drags his fist along my cock. "Feels good. God, your ass is perfect."