Re: Stabbington Brothers/Flynn Spit roast Part 6/6restlesspuppyMarch 17 2011, 10:33:19 UTC
Stabbington bit down on his clavicle, so tight he drew blood and tasted it, coming deep inside Rider without a moment’s warning. He rode out his orgasm, his thrusts quickly becoming jerky and out of rhythm. But Rider didn’t seem to mind; he was still making those quiet little noises. They remained there for several moments, before Stabbington pulled out and straightened up. Pulling his trousers up over his flagging member as he admired the sight they’d made of Rider. His come had leaked out and down Rider’s thighs, both his cheeks were shining red from Stabington’s rough treatment, and his hips were evidently bruised with handprints, as was his right shoulder - his left was bleeding from Stabbington’s bite, and he couldn’t help but think; Rider looked best like this.
He jerked his head at his twin, who already seemed composed, as though he hadn’t just watched Stabbington fuck Rider against a log, and he pulled up the torn vest and shirt over Rider’s back once again, followed by the trousers over Rider’s trembling knees. He fastened the belt and untied Rider from the log, and Flynn seemed too exhausted to even struggle.
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Every inch of him hurt, though the dull ache in his lower abdomen didn’t seem to get better or worse no matter how much he was moved. They didn’t say a word as they moved him - he wasn’t even sure where. He was on a boat, they were tying him to the boat, and one of them forced that sharpened piece of wood between his teeth, and secured it there, before setting him off on sail, bound for the castle.
The taste of cum was still on his tongue, and he could still feel it trailing down his legs.
He jerked his head at his twin, who already seemed composed, as though he hadn’t just watched Stabbington fuck Rider against a log, and he pulled up the torn vest and shirt over Rider’s back once again, followed by the trousers over Rider’s trembling knees. He fastened the belt and untied Rider from the log, and Flynn seemed too exhausted to even struggle.
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Every inch of him hurt, though the dull ache in his lower abdomen didn’t seem to get better or worse no matter how much he was moved. They didn’t say a word as they moved him - he wasn’t even sure where. He was on a boat, they were tying him to the boat, and one of them forced that sharpened piece of wood between his teeth, and secured it there, before setting him off on sail, bound for the castle.
The taste of cum was still on his tongue, and he could still feel it trailing down his legs.
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I aim to please. ;)
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