Stroke Yourself To Pleasure

He heard the bathroom door open, then the familiar rush of water. Gay sex Hnnnnh. He might fish out the condom later, if he was still restless.He moved with quiet purpose, knowing Cade would be starving after that kind of exertion. Cade was home.Austin found him sprawling on the living room couch, phone held loosely above his face. “I need a shower.”  His voice was already returning to its familiar, easy tone. He pushed himself to his feet, thighs flexing, his entire body still covered in a sheen of sweat, his semi catching the light. I got a loan from my dad so I—”Austin waved a dismissive hand, already knowing the answer, already handling it. It was warm, not hot, coating his tongue and throat—the metallic tang, the visceral texture. Reality was already pretty damn good.He leaned against the counter, his well shaped forearms crossed—an unconscious flex that would have gotten any other guy’s attention. I got a loan from my dad so I—”Austin waved a dismissive hand, already knowing the answer, already handling it.

Stroke Yourself To Pleasure

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