As Max leans forward, he moves inside Rowan, pulling on their already stretched entrance and pushing up deep inside them. They cry out, instinctively pushing back against him. It's so hard to remember that they're not meant to be riding him, but they're desperate now for more of that delicious friction.
Dimly, they're aware of Max talking, and they force themself to listen. But the idea of Max dressed up for them comes to mind, and their breath hitches again. "You should. Wear something special, I mean." Another thought crosses their mind. "Or birthday suits for all of us?" Actual planning is starting to get incredibly hard. How can they think about what they're going to do to Lucas when Max is right here, hard inside them?
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:27 pm (UTC)Dimly, they're aware of Max talking, and they force themself to listen. But the idea of Max dressed up for them comes to mind, and their breath hitches again. "You should. Wear something special, I mean." Another thought crosses their mind. "Or birthday suits for all of us?" Actual planning is starting to get incredibly hard. How can they think about what they're going to do to Lucas when Max is right here, hard inside them?