Nick is lying on his vast four-poster bed, made with polished, elaborately carved mahogany wood and clothed with pure, heavenly soft cotton sheets. He lies on his back, stripped naked, his feet crossed, holding one of his cute new toys in each hand as he strokes your shivering, naked bodies leisurely with his meaty thumbs. You've both had your clothes pulled off roughly and dumped in one of Nick's stinking running shoes for safe keeping, and then the huge man lathered your naked bodies in vaseline, rolling you in his big, heavy palms. Sebastian looks sick with grim anticipation, and you guess that he's been through this before. Nick takes your tiny body and pushes you onto his floppy cock, keeping yot pinned against it with his index finger as you struggle, sickened at the overpowering musky scent of his groin, to get up. Nick laughs as you struggle - A deep, husky laugh accented by the slightly nasal sound of the Southern drawl. You squirm, the tip of his finger weighing heavily on your back, and slowly his erection starts to lift you up. The man's thick cock has risen to 8 inches now, and you're sprawled along it, upside down, with Nick's sweaty palm closed around you. He starts to pump your slippery body up and down, your face forced into the dark blond bush of pubic hair at the end of every slide, the tiny veins underneath the skin at the base of Nick's huge, iron-hard erection running along your bare chest. Nick pauses for a moment, your face stuck in his dirty blond pubes, and you hear a muffled scream from somewhere below you that sends a shot of adrenalin through your veins. Nick pulls you off his rod and you see him withdrawing his hand from underneath his ass, squeezing the cheeks together and smiling blissfully, his eyes turned to lazy slits. His cock bobs, the skin seeming to tighten even further and the head glistening with a tiny pool of precum swishing around inside the wide piss-slit..