[His hips shift toward her hand when she curls her fingers around him, and his cock throbs agonizingly, like liquid heat pooling in his groin. Slow and steady is always the best way to rile him up, he's not a frisky teenager anymore no matter how much she makes him feel like one sometimes.
He closes his eyes with an answering sound, settling into the rhythm of her hand stroking him. He can tell she's buttering him up for something, but if this is what he gets for it he'll wait and see how this goes.
And then she drops that bombshell of a question and his eyes snap back open.]
Uh... You mean through the... back door? Can't- can't say I have, sweetheart. Why you asking?
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Date: 2018-03-07 09:52 pm (UTC)He closes his eyes with an answering sound, settling into the rhythm of her hand stroking him. He can tell she's buttering him up for something, but if this is what he gets for it he'll wait and see how this goes.
And then she drops that bombshell of a question and his eyes snap back open.]
Uh... You mean through the... back door? Can't- can't say I have, sweetheart. Why you asking?