Jack nods, his lips bumping against Poison's lips, smudging as he keeps
moving, keeps thrusting. He groans, the sound loud in a room that's quiet
except for their breathing, the slick sounds of their bodies moving
together.
"Jesus," he mumbles. "Is it bad that I wish I could come inside you?"
He's not sure where that sudden wave of possessiveness comes from.
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Jack nods, his lips bumping against Poison's lips, smudging as he keeps moving, keeps thrusting. He groans, the sound loud in a room that's quiet except for their breathing, the slick sounds of their bodies moving together.
"Jesus," he mumbles. "Is it bad that I wish I could come inside you?"
He's not sure where that sudden wave of possessiveness comes from.