He licked at his pulse, letting his lips close over it. He could feel it, in his chest, in his hips. He moved arms around his neck as they rolled and brought his legs back, rolling hips up into his strokes. "I hope that will still be true." He muttered. His hand gripped the back of his head and he rocked up, cock hard and desperate into his hand. His tongue slipped out seeking his.
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