He fucked me like he loved me. Like he owned me, a raw curse ripping from his soul as Locke moved closer. Despite filling me just moments ago, he was still hard too. Still huge and imposing. He bent to kiss Nash, then, slowly, brought his cock to Nash’s waiting mouth, teasing his lips with it, holding his jaw like it was made of glass. It was the hottest fucking thing, the way the flex of Nash’s hips faltered. The way his dick thrummed inside me with a new heat that was all about the cock inching between his lips, sliding down his throat. He began to fuck me in time with Locke slowly fucking
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