Con had had to hold my jaw pried open to keep me from biting, his cock like a jolt of electricity on my tongue, but he'd massaged me gently all the while and he'd finished himself off, painting my chest with scorching cum. Now, Constantine's hands dug out the tension in my back from the arched position I'd held on stage. In truth, I'd started craving these massages during the week. I'd even started craving Con and Antin's power.
