"Please, Chris...please don't...you don't...wanna do this..." "Maybe not, but I still am." Chris popped the button of his jeans, unzipped them slowly. Chad licked full, pouty lips, tugged ineffectually on the handcuffs. "Please...c'mon, just let me suck on it...please...just the head...I promise, I'll be...please, need your cock..." "I know. And maybe this'll teach you to keep your mouth shut when I tell you," Chris replied, started fisting the length nice and slow, ignoring Chad's whimpers. He hated to see Chad beg like this, but he hated it when Chad disobeyed him even more.
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