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Connor in wet panties, squirming on the couch while Hank sits on the floor and uses his large body to put together a new bed frame after they broke the last one. Occasionally, Hank reaches over to pat Connorâs thigh, thumb running over his wet crotch, but he never indulges him.
Connorâs just enjoying the show, and Hank canât help but bask a little in being able to rile his lover up. He likes knowing heâs still got it. Connor canât wait unti the bed is fixed so they can start this whole game over again.
Connor finally gives up being a good boy when he canât take any more of the gentle touches. He latches onto Hankâs wrist so quickly that it startled them both, and his grip is bruising when he pushes Hankâs hand harder against his clothed slit.
âLick it.â
Itâs a command, and
âLick it.â
Itâs a command, and
Hank is all to eager to drag his baby to the edge of the couch so he can suck on his clit through the dripping panties, letting pretty legs dangle over his shoulders and kick him in the back like heâs nothing more than a horse in need of directing.
âRight there,â Connor-
âRight there,â Connor-
instructs, and his voice is even, almost indifferent. Heâs in control, and Hank loves it. âNow take my panties off and get your tongue inside of me or Iâll pin you down and ride it myself.â
Hank isnât sure which is the better deal.
Hank isnât sure which is the better deal.
