Dieu, he hated Spanish, he thought. Almost as much as he hated to loss of Carlos' warm body behind him. He would endure, he told himself, but possibly not before setting fire to every Spanish dictionary he could find. Being turned about, his eyes searched Carlos' face for a moment, before he was pushed down toward the man's cock. It wasn't the raging hard on it had been, but it was growing still. And given this would be the third time Carlos came tonight, Gael didn't expect this one to be short and sweet.

His tongue came out to lap up the length of Carlos' cock, circling the head lewdly and as though it were a lollipop as he gave the velvety flesh all his attention. He slipped the head into his mouth and sucked as his tongue teased and swirled about. He kept it up for a long time, his head bobbing up and down as precum slowly started to full his mouth and mix with his spit. He licked and sucked between desperate gasp of air before taking the long, thick member down to the hilt, feeling it hit the back of his throat as he did so before eventually pulling back and starting his routine of licking and sucking again.

If there was one thing he knew for sure by the time Carlos pulled him away- it was that he certainly would look like a mess, and possibly like what people imagine a whore to look like with spit and precum covering her face.