Locke hasn’t even settled on the mattress before Kylian speaks again. “Holy shit. Bro. That’s…” “Impressive?” Locke smirks, then pulls me into his lap and peppers kisses along my bare shoulders. I lean back into his touch, letting him hold my weight as he lines himself up with my pussy. He’s right there, coating himself with my slickness, slipping his crown through my folds, when Kylian goes on. “I was going to say intimidatingly girthy.” Locke’s shoulders shake below me in silent laughter. “Bro. You’ve seen my dick before.” “But not in this context,” Kylian counters. “What context is that?”
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