Stopping was the last thing on his mind. If anything, he picked up the pace a little as the noises Michael was making sent soft jolts through him. His brow furrowed as he made the effort to go just that much deeper and suck just a little harder. He'd had the picture of what this was going to be like in his head and it was already better than that.
He moaned again, since Michael had seemed to like that, and kneaded his hand along the inside of Michael's thigh.
This damn car ride needed to be over because Michael needed to know what he tasted like. Perfection.
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Date: 2019-03-20 04:14 am (UTC)He moaned again, since Michael had seemed to like that, and kneaded his hand along the inside of Michael's thigh.
This damn car ride needed to be over because Michael needed to know what he tasted like. Perfection.