Clandestine

 

“God, King!  You can’t just come by like this?  What if my boss sees you!” Ronald McDonald protests as the King gets a big handful of his ass.  Without saying a word, the King throws Ronald to the bed face down and tears a sizable hole in his yellow clown jumpsuit.  The King’s fixed expression almost shines with sadistic glee as he snaps the rubber glove onto his hand.  The King inserts three fingers into the clown’s quivering anus, preparing it for things to come.

Ronald moans, “Aren’t you going to use lube?”  Equal parts silence and a fist in his anus are the only answers to his query.  Ronald missed the tickle of the King’s ruffled cuffs against his asscheeks.  The King wiggles and twists his hand inside of Ronald, sending waves of pleasure up and down Ronald’s spine.  It feels so fucking good, even without the Astroglide.  Grunts and moans escape Ronald’s lips.  Ronald’s body shudders as he coats the inside of his jumpsuit with a hot yogurt shake.  Ronald’s ass hurts so good, and Ronald knows as far as the King is concerned, nothing says love like a prolapsed anus.  

The King then takes off his puffy pants and approaches Ronald’s mouth, his engorged, throbbing cock ready for the sucking.  Ronald takes all of the King into his mouth and works the shaft.  The King remains silent, even as Ronald uses the King’s full testes like meditation balls.  The clown’s tongue flits around the King’s savory Whopper, leaving red cake make up all down the scepter of the Burger King.  The King’s balls tighten, and his hands clutch Ronald’s red hair tightly.  Ronald is forced to take all of the hot sizzling cock as the King clenches his hair, and his mouth is filled with secret sauce.