There's no time to wonder about the scenario, if he'd have gotten sick of spreading his legs eventually. He's thrown forward with the sudden thrust, keening at the burst of pain, but the sound is stopped by Jade's cock blocking it from coming out. He breathes hard and fast, trying to find his way back into their game. It'd be easier if he knew the rules.
He can't complain too much, not even silently, when he gets filled up to the brim after days of being empty and a bad night's sleep thanks to being close, but not close enough.
His cheeks hollow out as he sucks hard, humming with each of the guest's shallow thrusts. It's teasing him as much as it provides him with the burning friction he needs to loosen up more, accommodate even the thick base. Touching his cock would only make him lose his mind at this point. He's glad there aren't more sensations he's got to deal with.
And then they're suddenly not just playing around anymore. He writhes, as much as he can in this position, crying out around the heavy cock running into his throat. Raising one hand, he cups his neck to feel it bump into him. His eyes water with the intensity, but he'd lash out at the two men if they were to stop now. He's dripping onto the fabric each time the guest hits his sweet spot, and he clenches, trying to hold him there, wanting him to go harder.
He's all but limp in their hold, letting his body be pulled one way or another, whatever suits them best at the current time and his hips do try to jerk, it just doesn't work very well. There'll be scratches on his hips if he isn't more careful; he's never careful.
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He can't complain too much, not even silently, when he gets filled up to the brim after days of being empty and a bad night's sleep thanks to being close, but not close enough.
His cheeks hollow out as he sucks hard, humming with each of the guest's shallow thrusts. It's teasing him as much as it provides him with the burning friction he needs to loosen up more, accommodate even the thick base. Touching his cock would only make him lose his mind at this point. He's glad there aren't more sensations he's got to deal with.
And then they're suddenly not just playing around anymore. He writhes, as much as he can in this position, crying out around the heavy cock running into his throat. Raising one hand, he cups his neck to feel it bump into him. His eyes water with the intensity, but he'd lash out at the two men if they were to stop now. He's dripping onto the fabric each time the guest hits his sweet spot, and he clenches, trying to hold him there, wanting him to go harder.
He's all but limp in their hold, letting his body be pulled one way or another, whatever suits them best at the current time and his hips do try to jerk, it just doesn't work very well. There'll be scratches on his hips if he isn't more careful; he's never careful.