#PictureThis: Easy Like Sunday Morning

Harris & Calvin love Sundays. No work, music playing through the house and the smell of whatever breakfast they had lingering into the afternoon; Sundays were lazy days. As his boyfriend walked around barefoot in nothing but a t-shirt, Calvin would usually put a couple loads in the washing machine... and a couple more inside Harris. This particular Sunday was no different and it all happened in the morning. Hearing the ‘plap, plap, plap’ of eggs being whisked as Harris’ bare naked ass jiggled was enough reason for Calvin to put his raging morning wood to good use. He came up behind Harris, dropped to his knees and slopped a few wet kisses into that hairy crack, making sure his asshole, still ripe from the sex the night before, was soaked. He stood up and entered. Harris let out a gasp as every inch slipped all the way in with ease. Harris was happily just a hole, bent over the counter whimpering, pounded until the first load of cum was dumped in his warm, wet fuck pocket. With a cheeky smile, Calvin pulled out and pulled up his sweat pants without a word, remembering he had to run to the corner shop for some biscuits. If he hurried, he’d make it back in time to eat, and that he did. Eggs. Sausages. Baked beans. Fried mushrooms. Buttered toast. They ate it all quickly, exchanging sexy eyes every few minutes, thinking about the sloppy pounding just twenty minutes before their knives and forks hit their plates. But Harris was still hungry. He dived underneath the kitchen table, noticing a dark spot of precum seeping through Calvin’s grey sweats. He pulled it out and began sucking the leaking semi ravenously, moaning loudly as Calvin’s eyes rolled back. Before long, Harris was bent over again, with one knee up on the kitchen table, welcoming more cock as the knives, forks and plates clanked with every thrust. Calvin tried to pull out to last a few more minutes, but it was too late; it felt too good! He shot a wad inside, slid out and exploded up Harris’ back and all over his hole, staring lovingly at the throbbing pink button and gripping his pulsating cock at the base as he shot more and more. What a delicious mess! Harris & Calvin love Sundays. Who wouldn’t?

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Love CW x