Soon he started moving faster and faster, one hand gripping the couch cushion beside my head while the other clutched at my shoulder, fingers squeezing. Once I was sure it wouldn’t hurt him, I tightened my grip on his ass and started fucking up into him until he was bouncing on my cock. “Uhh—f-fuck. Charlie—” His head tipped back, exposing the long column of his tattooed throat. His hand shifted and gripped my hair tight.
