If you're still making poetry -- [ Johnny gasps, overwhelmed -- delighted when he gets to be atop him, knowing that his lover, his Jack is ceding control to him on his terms. He takes it, luxuriates in it even as he kisses him, sinking down on him over and over again, riding his cock like he was born for it.
It's a strange new thing, but it feels good, it feels like Jack is reaching into places inside of him that he hadn't imagined existed before this, and when his cock brushes against the knot of sensitive nerves he shivers, trembling with want and need above him. ] -- 'm not doing a good enough job.
[ His kisses are hungry, even as the words sink in, sending a warm flush to his cheeks. Jack has the soul of a poet when he's in the mood, and he reaches between their joined bodies to stroke himself, making soft noises every time his prince bottoms out inside him. ] Mmmph --
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It's a strange new thing, but it feels good, it feels like Jack is reaching into places inside of him that he hadn't imagined existed before this, and when his cock brushes against the knot of sensitive nerves he shivers, trembling with want and need above him. ] -- 'm not doing a good enough job.
[ His kisses are hungry, even as the words sink in, sending a warm flush to his cheeks. Jack has the soul of a poet when he's in the mood, and he reaches between their joined bodies to stroke himself, making soft noises every time his prince bottoms out inside him. ] Mmmph --