You sure as fuck are. [Corry groans deeply, rocking his hips up into Kyle's hand, then swatting at his ass again.] This time round I own your ass. Don't get it twisted.
[One more smack, then Corry’s working a lubed-up finger inside Kyle, huffing out a laugh.] Careful what you wish for, baby.
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[One more smack, then Corry’s working a lubed-up finger inside Kyle, huffing out a laugh.] Careful what you wish for, baby.