[Lips purse to steal a taste in kind. He groans between their mouths for the grinding movement which has to stop eventually so he can pull out. It's a slow aching moment complete with a hiss for the loss of tightness.]
Not yet...shit. Lemme cut you loose. Sit back and watch the TV.
[He suggests with all the smarm of...something smarmy. Meanwhile in the locker room, someone's getting wrapped all over that bench.]
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Not yet...shit. Lemme cut you loose. Sit back and watch the TV.
[He suggests with all the smarm of...something smarmy. Meanwhile in the locker room, someone's getting wrapped all over that bench.]