Air leaves his lungs again in a rush, his head tipping back despite himself as his hand squeezed Taylor's. Hard. Even those gentle, teasing brushes of tongue and lips had him standing on point all over against, the muscles in his thighs quivering hard.
So much, too much, can't stop...
Was that a whimper? It had to be Felix, had to be.
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So much, too much, can't stop...
Was that a whimper? It had to be Felix, had to be.