“Dylan…”“Then that hole still belongs to me.””You’re gonna blow me in his hoodie,” he muttered. Gay porn I didn’t need to. KNOCK.“Troy? Like he was devouring something he believed belonged to him.He spread me open, shoved his face in, and let out this low, guttural growl when I arched back into it. “Knock.Knock.”Troy…My keys aren’t working”, said Becca.I froze.My sister Becca was home. “You want this, Spaghetti Noodle?” he asked.I was breathless. I felt his breath; hot and fast against my ass and then his tongue. Shaking. “I want you so fucking bad.”And just when I thought he was about to give in, finally push inside me…I remembered.“Dylan…fuck…wait. “What?”He took a step in,. He dropped to his knees again behind me. “Did Elliot fuck you good, Troy?”I blinked. And now he’s at my door. Like he’d missed me. Shaking. He Saw Me With Another Man. Dominant. Sloppy.The way he ate me out wasn’t gentle. ” I nodded frantically.He circled the head of his cock around my hole, just barely nudging against it…teasing, threatening. Then, just as quickly, he pulled back.“Whose hole is this?” he asked, his voice low, rough with control.“Yours, Dylan,” I panted, already trembling.
