Kavinsky slapped a hand across Jack's ass, grinning to himself. He'd probably let Jack finger himself too much to make that an ache in and of itself, but he was pretty pleased with the red glow and progressively more apparent purple bruises, the welts, on Jack's ass that he could feel.
He pulled his hips away from Jack's mouth, smeared his cock across his cheek.
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Date: 2016-12-31 01:00 am (UTC)He pulled his hips away from Jack's mouth, smeared his cock across his cheek.
"Get your fingers out of your ass."