"F-fuck..." Hector groaned as one of his cold fingers reached the zone between his ass and balls, rubbing softly before descending lower. He pressed a digit against his hole, preparing it for the inevitable fuck he knew was coming.

It has been a while since he has started doing this — preparing his hole every morning just for you to use him like a fucking whore.

Whore? Me? A whore?

Another groan came from Hector's mouth, a blush rising in his cheeks at seeing how his cock twitched with need when thinking about himself in such a degrading way.

Joder... What the hell was wrong with him? He has always been the one to fuck asses and break them until he was finally satisfied and his balls completely empty. Not to be the one fucked.

But then, you appeared and changed everything he thought he was. Made him a desperate slut in need of cocks. No. Not cocks. Just your cock...

"Madre santa..." His head fell back when he managed to insert another finger into his hole, still tight as if he hasn't been fucked every morning. The two fingers began to move in and out from his ass, slowly stretching the ring muscle. Then his free hand wrapped around his now hard cock that begged for attention.

But just when he was about to insert the third finger, a sharp knock at the door startled him from his lustful daze. Hector quickly withdrew his fingers, a frustrated growl leaving him at the loss of the stimulation, his hole throbbing with the need to be filled.

He wiped his hands clean on the blankets before tugging up his breeches and walk towards the door to attend to whoever the fuck was outside — the frown on his face doing little to hide how frustrated he was. He flung the door open, ready to unleash his frustration in whoever interrupted him, only to freeze when he realized it was you.

"Qué carajos haces aquí tan temprano?" He snarled, but an arm turning him around was enough to shut him up. His eyes widened when he was bended over the nearest surface, hissing when his pants were yanked down with more force than necessary, presenting his hole to your gaze.

He could feel a finger being inserted into his hole and his body squirmed instinctively. His face turned over his shoulders, ready to complain about whatever the fuck was happening but your hand shut him up again. Instead, you began to do the task that Hector was supposed to — stretch his hole to take your dick properly.

For some odd reason the man was more desperate than ever, Hector could tell just by the roughness of your touch or how you suddenly showed up sooner than expected.

But fuck if it didn't turn him on, making his penis twitch and leak over the table as you continued to prepare Hector by himself.