The sound escaping Billy made his cock throb. Or maybe it had something to do with the way his tongue moved as his mouth slid down. Goodnight's fingers curled, bunching Billy's shirt. He slouched more but only to get better leverage to push up, to gently meet every bob of Billy's head when he sank down. He tried to stifle his moans; couldn't quite. How many times had he thought of this? Dreamt of it when they slept in separate beds?
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Date: 2016-11-23 05:27 am (UTC)