(Sorry about this boys, had a super weird week and lost track of time. Enjoy the slightly-late Bubba)

Bubba smiles at you, adjusting himself in his seat as he takes an appraising look. Your knees burn as you sit as commanded, drool and precum dripping down your mouth and hitting your chest as you try to catch you breath. He wasn't done yet, not for a lack of you trying, the bigger man waiting for you to recover.

"That's a good boy. " You feel his rough hand wrap around the back of your head, pressing you forward, your face smacking into his fat thigh and letting it rest there. He begins to stroke with his other hand, his knuckles occasionally grinding against your cheek as he works himself faster. "You need a good gift for doing such a good job, right? Tongue out."

You do as commanded, with the little energy you have left you keep your mouth open and tongue out, still trying to catch your breath as he works faster, the muscles under his thick thighs tensing and bucking. "That's right, just like that...."

Bubba's grunts become louder, the words lost as he continues to jerk himself, his cock leaking and coating his hand, with a few flecks hitting your tongue and making you want more.

"NGH!" Bubba screams out, the last pump taking him over the edge as he unloads himself, pointing his cock towards your waiting mouth as it splatters with seed. You're too tired to lap it up, only moans coming out as you attempt to catch whatever you can, eyes rolling back in your head from exhaustion as Bubba does the same.

That rough hand that held you down caresses your head, nuzzling you like a pet. He says more words of affirmation, but you're past the point of understanding. You fall asleep, spent and used, nuzzling on his thighs. It's a good place for you.