30- Birthday Chapter

Marcos had no problems in staying naked even though Paris did. He seemed to want this, enjoy this, like he wanted to have something like this all along.

Did it make Paris uncomfortable? It did. He wanted to ask the male if he knew what was going to happen, but it was also obvious Marcos didn't.

He just seemed excited.

Both males had stripped off their clothes, worn their respective headbands and pushed the tail up their asses, (for Paris it hurt like hell, but Marcos did it like he had done it many times. He hated it.)

Now, they both knelt on all fours, their heads bent while vibrations went through every single nerve cell on their body.

Their lips lingered on the high heeled boots of Alex who now had dark makeup on with her hair in an upright ponytail, a bust corset top and a leather skirt that brought out all the curves in her body they rarely ever saw.

She was like a walking wet dream.

They both knew not to speak, or make a sound. Each moan was muffled and each plea for them to org