Make Me Yours, Brother
I continued to kiss him, loving the way he arched his back whenever I touched the plug.
Breaking away from the kiss, I turned Matt to face the mirror and watch our reflections. It was, after all, what I wanted, for him to see himself as I fuck the living hell out of him.
Placing kisses on his back, I stood behind him and brushed away his hair from one bare shoulder and placed kisses along it, working my way up his neck.
“Are you going to leave your hair this long, or do you intend to cut it short?”
“Do you like it long?”
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