“Jesus, Theo. Come here,” I whisper. He shifts his face, and his eyes meet mine in the dark and then he’s crawling up onto my lap, straddling my thighs again. I waste no time in pulling his cock out and working him over the edge. His back arches and seconds later, come shoots across my chest and even hits my chin. Oh, Theo. How long have you been storing that up? It’s not healthy. I need to make sure you take care of that daily. I volunteer as tribute.
