Haven
“— amazing! ” shouted , rocking his body as the handsome mystery man in his dreams nailed his prostate. He could barely make out the face of the man positioned behind Griff, save for the unfamiliar tattoos that covered his muscular arms. Either way, he wanted it badly, and he whimpered his undying consent with every thrust.
“ Oh, god, yes. Please!” howled as he thrusted his own hips up into a wide-eyed Griff. “I-I’m close.”
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