"Harry and..." Ohfuckpleasekeepdoingthatrightthere "...Orli." "Tell me." Karl rolled his hips against Sean's fist, tried to concentrate. "Kitchen table...bottle of honey...Jesus...um...Orli's lips on Harry's cock, sucking him off like an ice cream cone." "Hot one." Sean licked a path up Karl's throat, fist a tight suction over Karl's cock. "Lemme think...yeah, got it. Lawrence and Sala." "Really?" Another hip roll, desperate groan. "Lawrence and...ohGod...Sala?" "All that dark skin...like mocha-espresso cake." Every word a seduction, each stroke a promise. "Jacuzzi...hot water...Lawrence grunting, fucking Sala nice and deep..." "Pretty...thought..." Christdon'tstoppleasedon't-- Sean licked his fingers clean, smiled. "Not as pretty as you."
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