Jag smiled at that, and pulled back long enough to spit in his hand, and request, "Keep talking," biting down on his lip before moving back to the task at hand - and mouth. His spit made for a smoother stroke of his palm over Jag's cock, and he sucked in his head, gentle suction as his tongue resumed playing with the steel bar. He might have been dying for this, but he wasn't going to rush through it.
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Date: 2015-11-12 09:26 pm (UTC)