[Orange voices in agreement only so he can say something and not succumb to being silenced by the cock that has taken up residence in his backside. A hand going around himself is unexpected and brings the younger man down to his--well, his elbows since he is already on his knees. The sound he makes is no word, more like a stretched gasp that morphs into a moan.]
no subject
[Orange voices in agreement only so he can say something and not succumb to being silenced by the cock that has taken up residence in his backside. A hand going around himself is unexpected and brings the younger man down to his--well, his elbows since he is already on his knees. The sound he makes is no word, more like a stretched gasp that morphs into a moan.]
Ride, sir.
[He bids, the closest he can get to begging.]