[Billy is too wrapped up in the way he's getting fucked hard and deep, James' voice in his ear. It's too hard to worry about who might be watching or what they might be seeing--
At least until he finds himself bent over the table. It feels like his face is burning up and he can't tell if it's from actual warmth or embarrassment... or why he's getting off on it either way. He lets out a sharper cry, nails digging in uselessly to the table as he tries to squirm back, take him as deep as he can.]
Fuck-- please... god. [He's babbling between increasingly desperate noises, hanging his head to try to block out whoever has to be watching them now as he tries to slide a hand down between his own legs. He's so close. All of this is too much, too good.]
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At least until he finds himself bent over the table. It feels like his face is burning up and he can't tell if it's from actual warmth or embarrassment... or why he's getting off on it either way. He lets out a sharper cry, nails digging in uselessly to the table as he tries to squirm back, take him as deep as he can.]
Fuck-- please... god. [He's babbling between increasingly desperate noises, hanging his head to try to block out whoever has to be watching them now as he tries to slide a hand down between his own legs. He's so close. All of this is too much, too good.]