Poison rolls his eyes and smacks Jack again, lower, on his thigh. Then he slides his hand up and over Jack's hip, around his front until he finds his cock. He squeezes lightly, strokes. "Fine," he growls. "Then you can just keep thinking about how you got yourself here."
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Date: 2016-05-12 03:43 pm (UTC)