Now kneeling on the windowsill, Benard's knees were widely apart.His torso leaned forward, suspended in mid-air, his lower back was arched, his hips canted sensually, and his wrists were held captive behind him by his own shirt. Thanks to this, his torso was absolved from the crime of being covered all this time.Standing between the brunet's dangling feet, Lucas had his pal's butt cheeks delicately pulled apart, revealing the twitching fuckslit."What a slutty prune hole you have, Ben. Even after being stretched and pounded relentlessly for so long by my pleasure tool, it's still shamelessly begging for more. Wouldn't it be a crime then not to tantalise this hole of yours for being too naughty, hm?"Having said that, Lucas lowered his head and began tracing his tongue along the perimeter of his friend's butthole. Slowly. Teasingly."Hnnh~ Mm~ stop this teasing," Benard said, his tone impatient, his buttslit hankering for the very thing it had gotten addicted to and so craved tonight
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