The way Baxter whined was music to my ears as I gave the inside of his thigh a sticky squeeze and trailed my lips teasingly up and down his long, hard length. He jerked a little, a needy sound escaping that had me all sorts of bothered as I gave my own dick another squeeze and forced myself not to fuck my fist. I wanted to save it. I wanted to really make it last when I sunk inside him. I wanted it so sensitive that I felt every dip and ridge of his body with the utmost clarity. He felt like a vice, hot and wet. I wanted to enjoy it. Drag it out. Listen to the way his breath hitched and watch
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