Blind Desires
He hissed, hips twitching against nothing, body stiff but quivering under me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I muttered, dragging a hand over his chest, pinching a nipple between my fingers. His breath hitched, throat tight, eyes wide, lips parting with a shaky exhale.
I pulled back just enough to roll the condom on, slicking myself with lube before pressing a finger at his entrance again, letting him feel, hips jerking slightly. One hand on his hip kept him still, the other dragging along his neck and chest, tracing the lines of his body, marking, tasting.
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