Six Moons Of Desire
“Then let me fix that.”
He scooped a handful of water, splashing it over Dryann’s face before reaching for the soap. He lathered it slowly, deliberately, his eyes fixed on him with that dangerous gleam.
“Turn around,” Dan ordered, voice low, rough. “On all fours.”
The command hit Dryann like fire. He braced himself against the slick porcelain, ass raised, cock still aching.
Dan’s hand slid down his spine, soap-slick fingers spreading his cheeks before pushing inside. One finger, then two, curling, stretching him until Dryann’s moan bounced off the tiled walls.
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