It's a mess, sticky, glorious and hot, and it doesn't take Jack long until he's right on the edge.
"God," he mumbles, his fingers twisted tight in Poison's red hair. "Don't stop moving, baby."
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It's a mess, sticky, glorious and hot, and it doesn't take Jack long until he's right on the edge.
"God," he mumbles, his fingers twisted tight in Poison's red hair. "Don't stop moving, baby."