[ How could a statement go straight between his legs and leave him so speechless and turned-on. Josh is unconsciously worrying on his own lip at that, his palm hasn't moved from where you are hard and warm against his fingers -- but he is incredibly still.
He's searching those violet eyes and then replying as best as he can manage given the thickness of need in his throat: ] Yes. Please.
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He's searching those violet eyes and then replying as best as he can manage given the thickness of need in his throat: ] Yes. Please.