Six… ( For once this entire time he desperately holds onto the moment, muffling sounds between each of their grinding hips and pulsing cocks wishing this didn’t have to end.
He wipes cum down Six’s bicep and then grabs his face ( and partial mask) to keep their mouths together, rolling his hips to keep on riding the sweetest bliss. For some reason, Sunday likes the thought of spreading their mixed release on their stomachs as they keep on thrusting. So unholy and so satisfying, it’s the most filthy Sunday has ever been.
He pulls away from his mouth, gasping for air. Lips bruised and loved. His cock pulses against him, swelled by the rush. He likes that thickness against him, he likes their balls pressed together. )
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He wipes cum down Six’s bicep and then grabs his face ( and partial mask) to keep their mouths together, rolling his hips to keep on riding the sweetest bliss. For some reason, Sunday likes the thought of spreading their mixed release on their stomachs as they keep on thrusting. So unholy and so satisfying, it’s the most filthy Sunday has ever been.
He pulls away from his mouth, gasping for air. Lips bruised and loved. His cock pulses against him, swelled by the rush. He likes that thickness against him, he likes their balls pressed together. )
Just a minute…