My eyes move down to his hand, watching in fascination as he twists his hand around his piercings, his forearm flexing with each stroke. Hesitantly, I reach my hand out, taking his place as I wrap my hand around his cock the way I would my own. A groan falls from his lips as I come up to the head before pushing my hand back down again. His hand quickly falls away as he leans his back against the tiled wall and lets me take control. I don’t know what is coming over me. Jealousy. Lust. Curiosity. Whatever the driving factor is, it doesn’t matter. When we are here, in moments like this, none of
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