“Uhn huh. You want it… ask for it. Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Judge and I promise I’ll blow your mind,” Michaels said, so sensually. Judge clawed at Michaels’ hip, pushing his ass into him. He wasn’t used to this. Asking to be fucked into unconsciousness. He was usually the aggressor; he didn’t trust those one-offs to fuck him, no way. Why did he have to talk? Just pound already. Judge shook with pent-up need, his ass clenching tight with anticipation. “Mmm,” Michaels moaned. “It’s alright. I can feel you, babe. I hear your body talking.” Judge might not be much of a dirty talker, but Michaels was damn pro. Judge’s cock leaked heavily, trapped beneath him; which was a good thing because if he touched it, this erotic rhumba would be over. Michaels slid both his arms underneath Judge’s armpits and hooked his shoulders for leverage. “You ready?” Judge”