“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Felix.” His fingertips rush all over me. “Fuck me… Carver.” My achingly solid cock pulses precum into him and I shudder. “You control The Carver, baby… Even when he’s fucking you into the mattress.” He groans out loud. “That’s right… You serve me, don’t you, sick boy?” “Always,” I rasp breathlessly. “You own me. I’m yours forever, Dr. Love.”
