Brodie let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair, his frustration still palpable. His cock filled my mouth, stretching my lips wide, but I kept going, pushing myself to take more.“Fuck,” Colton muttered, his voice low, almost a growl. Gay porn I should be humiliated that I was just a convenient fuck. I should be humiliated that I was just a convenient fuck. And I needed to help. I followed close behind, my pulse quickening slightly as we walked down the hallway. His presence was all-consuming. Steak Frites—simple, but it always hit the spot after a long day. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, his grip tightening on my waist.“So now I’m distracting you?” he teased, his voice low and rough. “You’re my bitch, remember? You think I do this because I want to? Brodie always trying to get Colton to take things seriously, to take responsibility, and Colton always brushing it off like it didn’t matter.But it wasn’t just that.
