slow my strokes so I don’t blow and blow this. But I’m playing a losing game. Because I don’t dare close my eyes, I can’t. And it’s either lift my head and catch that wrecked look on Felix’s face when he peers back at me with his pupils blown and his cheeks flushed and his pretty curls stuck out and sticking to his forehead. Or. Looking down and watching my dick disappear into the world’s most perfect hole.
