[ The deeper push draws a low, dragged moan from him, eyes rolling in their sockets and head falling back when Peter tugs on his hair. His hand picks up pace on Peter's cock all too eagerly, rocking his hips in tandem with the strokes, muscles clenching around Peter's finger while he tries to encourage him to keep going. ]
Shit... that's good. Want more.
[ But he can't even spread his legs or fold his knees like this. He eyes the bed, lifting an eyebrow at Peter. ]
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Shit... that's good. Want more.
[ But he can't even spread his legs or fold his knees like this. He eyes the bed, lifting an eyebrow at Peter. ]