Loud... [Concord huffs, probably only barely audible above Tyler's moaning. He says it with some gruffness, but also some appreciation. It tells him that Tyler's feeling good from this, that's helpful. He tilts his head to the young man's ear and licks, animalistically, at the shell of his ear. Some odd display of foggy minded affection.
His fingers continue in place, the one inside Tyler working in and out. He aims to that g-spot each time. The rough, plugging thrusts in and out are short and gradually more rapid. The other fingers of that hand rub at wet outer lips of Tyler's pussy, all slick from how aroused he'd become in Concord's unyielding grasp.]
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His fingers continue in place, the one inside Tyler working in and out. He aims to that g-spot each time. The rough, plugging thrusts in and out are short and gradually more rapid. The other fingers of that hand rub at wet outer lips of Tyler's pussy, all slick from how aroused he'd become in Concord's unyielding grasp.]
Come. You'll feel better. Once you've let go.