“Grab my balls like this . . .” With his hand over mine, he wraps my hand around the base and tugs, and when he lets go, I repeat the movement, and he groans while letting out a laugh. “Fuck. You’re doing so well.” His hands thread into my hair and push the strands away. He stares down at me, stroking my cheeks. “You sure are easy on the eyes, aren’t you? Yeah . . . you know you are.” He goes quiet, and he looks down on me like I’m the one being worshipped. His eyes appear entranced as he stares. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, though I’m not sure he even realizes it. He leans back on his
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