Ezra grabs us both and rubs our long, thick shafts together. “Feels good,” I rasp. He wraps both of his hands around us, and my hips start fucking moving. Both of us are thrusting, groaning. He leans up and kisses my chin. Then his hands tighten around the two of us, and we start working toward a rhythm. Every time he grips our cockheads, rubbing them together, I see stars. His hand works both of our shafts, his dick rubbing against mine a millisecond out of time with his hand’s stroking in a way that nearly blows my damn mind.
