I'd known from first glance that Conall was made for hedonism, and he'd drawn out parts of myself that had been buried years ago. I wanted them back. Immediately. I found his cock, stroked it in my fist, smiled and marveled as his eyes rolled back and his chest heaved with a low moan. He bucked as I sank, and we both froze, mouths open and eyes wide, as his cock pressed inside of me.
