Jack picks up the speed and tempo of his hips, grinding back onto Kavinsky's cock, his head dropped down between his shoulders. His cock throbs and aches. It's perfect.
"God, yes please. Yes, Sir."
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Jack picks up the speed and tempo of his hips, grinding back onto Kavinsky's cock, his head dropped down between his shoulders. His cock throbs and aches. It's perfect.
"God, yes please. Yes, Sir."