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"What did I tell you," Skizz hisses around Martyn's cock. Martyn lets out a broken sob, trying to push Skizz away by tugging on greying hairs.
"I told you to be quiet, and you can't even do that right," his teeth rake over the sensitive skin of Martyn's dick and the latter shivers.
He asked Skizz to do this, but he didn't realise just how good he would be at it.
"I think you need to be put in your place - be shown who's really in control here," the hand holding his balls twists them meanly and Martyn cries out.