"A-anything you want, I just-- just tell m-me when I can." His voice hiccups, stutters, once or twice as Jack pushes in. He moans, sharp and helpless, and his thighs tighten against Jack's hips.
"P-please can I-- can I have one hand loose...? I'll be good. I'll be good."
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Date: 2016-05-19 08:23 pm (UTC)"P-please can I-- can I have one hand loose...? I'll be good. I'll be good."