Raegan watched Hawkes face, fascinated by the reaction. She knew men enjoyed it, if they were brave enough to get past the mental hurdle to do it. She had seen as much. But this close? There was a certain type of thrill she got out of that, that she wasn't ready to admit to herself.
Letting Corbin take the sound, and Hawkes cock into his own hands, she shifted and idly ran her nails up and down the lengths of Hawkes inner thighs, lulled by the little tremble of his muscles and Corbins fascination.
"I think so," she gave a slow nod and grinned softly, "I wonder who just up and decided one day, 'hey, lets put a rod in my cock and see what happens!'." Tipping her head, she dropped one hand further down and fondled his balls instead, "Gets right to the prostate..."
When Corbin takes him in hand, rubbing the place around the sound, fucking his cock in measured movements that are almost agony, the pleasure so intense he wants to cry. Every breath Garrett manages is heaving and shaky, his legs are trembling, his cheeks are flushed bright red. Then Rae starts to touch him, nails and hand and massaging his balls, and he lets out a desperate, wounded sound.
“Oh god,” he half-sobs, feeling himself dragged towards an edge he suddenly needs desperately. “Please, please.”
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Letting Corbin take the sound, and Hawkes cock into his own hands, she shifted and idly ran her nails up and down the lengths of Hawkes inner thighs, lulled by the little tremble of his muscles and Corbins fascination.
"I think so," she gave a slow nod and grinned softly, "I wonder who just up and decided one day, 'hey, lets put a rod in my cock and see what happens!'." Tipping her head, she dropped one hand further down and fondled his balls instead, "Gets right to the prostate..."
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“Oh god,” he half-sobs, feeling himself dragged towards an edge he suddenly needs desperately. “Please, please.”
But he knows they won’t. He knows.