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He grabbed for anything-bench edge, Malik's shoulders. The room echoed Jace's climax: the gasp, the moan, the slur of breath. Malik held him through it-tongue still pressing, mouth milking, polishing off the last drops. As Jace stilled, breathless and shaking, Malik rose-hands slick with both their fluids. He leaned forward and kissed Jace-wet, deep, smoky, tasting of him. "You taste like fire and steam," Malik whispered. Jace's response was a shaky laugh. "Never thought I'd feel this... let go."

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

Toussaint didn’t stop kissing his napes, although a little more subtly as he pinched his nipples, then down to his cock that was growing again. “Why does your body say otherwise?” Toussaint’s voice was now deep again, lustful and sinful. “I don’t know,” Jace whispered as he turned to face Toussaint, sitting on his thighs and inches away from getting a new sore asshole. “It’s just… this is the biggest job I’ve gotten in a long while. I’m not ready to fuck it up.” “I understand,” Toussaint whispered as he pushed a wet strand of Jace’s curls back. He pulled him closer and kissed him.