“I’ll let your fingers be the brush strokes turning my body blue and purple if it means I get all of you.” Marley’s fingers pinch my flesh, but he makes no other attempts at movement. My fingers glide down his body until I grip both my dick and his in the palm of my hand. Marley lets out a guttural groan, one of torment and necessity. A second groan falls from his mouth, the sound of an animal at the brink of starvation before finally feeding. His eyes shutter closed and his lips slightly part.
