"I'm going," rasps Kaz, his voice in his chest somewhere, roughened even more than usual by pleasure, desire. He keeps up the steady stroke of his fingers over his skin, along the length of his cock, squirming to rock down onto the finger that Jesper has pressed inside him.
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Date: 2016-10-09 10:11 am (UTC)