Shea dragged in heaving, gulping gasps as I massaged his prostate. I pulled up so I could see his face, watch him when it happened. He was maroon from his hair to his belly button, his fingers locked in the torn-free sheets, his lip bitten crimson, his hair sweat soaked and sex ruined. He was beautiful, every inch of him, complete perfection as he trembled on the very, very edge.
WOWWWW
