Lucas lapped at Mr. O’Riley’s ample cock, not daring to let the silky wet shaft depart his lips. The taste was exquisite—fresh and musky like a ripe cucumber but heavy, meaty-tasting like a sausage. And the streams of delicious cream that oozed between his lips from the reddened dickhead were at once salty and sweet. No, Lucas wasn’t going to let this cock go until it had filled his stomach up with its addictive yumminess—and even then he might need persuading to let it loose. Not that Mr. O’Riley would mind falling asleep with a hot Spanish boy sucking that monster pipe dry.