agh jesus
“Swerve, seriously. I don’t think you’re going to fit that…”
“Bolt it, Skids. I got it covered~” As it turned out, Swerve’s metaphorical mouth was bigger than his literal one in this instance. His cheeks puffed out under the strain of trying to open his jaw wide enough to accommodate Skids’ girth. He managed most of it, joint connectors whirring at him angrily before he pulled back, mouth gaping and panting as he offered his larger partner a consolatory lick.
“Okay, so I can’t fit it today,” Swerve admitted at last, wrapping his fingers around Skids’, pumping the length slowly and offering his partner a deliberate smirk as the theoretician squirmed despite the flubbed blowjob. “But I’ve got you and two Engex containers roughly the size of this bad boy. Practice makes perfect, am I right?”
Posthole 