“You won’t need to,” Crane said, feeling Stephen’s hands pulse against him, his straining prick swelling as he rode him harder and harder. “Not that you’ll be able to talk for my cock in your mouth, of course. In your mouth, in your sweet arse, taking my pleasure and making you come till you’re sobbing for mercy, because that’s exactly how you like it, and I will always give you exactly what you want—”
Romantic in the most disturbing way possible. 😂😂😂
