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such precision that Snod had to shout out loud, gritting his teeth at the beautiful and weird intrusion

that was making his toes curl up. He didn’t know how to move, what to do, blindly following the will

of his body. He wanted more, rocking his hips down to fuck himself on Frankie’s hand.

“God, yes, yes, yes,” Snod cried out, his hands digging into the sheets, chasing down that sweet

moment of perfect pleasure when Frankie’s fingers were pressed all the way inside him and he felt

completely full. “Ohhhh, Frankie... fuck...”

Wave after wave of lust crashed between them, Frankie struggling to remain patient. He wanted to be

inside of Snod, ravage him, fuck him, a flurry of fantastically erotic images filling the bond. Snod saw

every one of them, and he wanted them all.

Every possible way, every conceivable position, he wanted every single one.

Snod cried out when Frankie’s fingers pressed against something inside of him, something new and

sensitive. It was weird but pleasurable, making his cock throb intensely. “Frankie,” he whined,

“Frankie, fuck... that feels...”

That, keep doing that, feels good, I wanna come, right now, fuck, fuck, please...

Frankie’s fingertips began to massage that spot relentlessly, his lips rising to suck Snod’s cock into

his mouth in one swift gulp.

“Fuck!” Snod yelped, unable to stop himself from jerking upward, trapped between Frankie’s

wickedly hot mouth and his torturous fingers. He was shaking harder, pressing his hands over his face

as he wept, moaning, “Please, God, please, please...”

Frankie didn’t stop, sucking every inch effortlessly down, his hand moving in tandem with his mouth,

pushing in hard as he sucked. He was merciless, deep-throating Snod’s cock while pounding that

tender place, over and over, his eyes flicking open to gaze up at him.

Come for me, Obe... I’ll keep you coming all night long...

Snod made a needy sound, a moan that lost its strength as he whimpered softly. The pleasure became

too much all at once and his cock was suddenly erupting without warning. The tension inside of him

created by Frankie’s fingers popping off made him see stars, certain he’d never known any other

sensation that was half as incredible. He bit down on his hand, trying to muffle his scream of ecstasy,

bucking wildly into Frankie’s mouth.

Frankie firmly took hold of Snod’s hips, bobbing his head to carry him through his orgasm and slurp

down every last drop of his cum. He didn’t offer a reprieve until Snod was crying pitifully, finally