When the pleasure starts to subside, Sawyer feels a thread of anxiousness
creep up. He can’t feel the mess he’s made inside his pants, the fact it
happened so suddenly and quickly… and he hadn’t gotten Bishop off…
Panting, his head tilts, exposing more of his neck to bishop. “I.. I’m…” he
struggles to compose himself enough to say a full sentence.
“I’m sorry.”
His body is still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, the intensity
of the orgasm he’d just had. It’s not his first But all others paled
miserably in comparison.
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When the pleasure starts to subside, Sawyer feels a thread of anxiousness creep up. He can’t feel the mess he’s made inside his pants, the fact it happened so suddenly and quickly… and he hadn’t gotten Bishop off…
Panting, his head tilts, exposing more of his neck to bishop. “I.. I’m…” he struggles to compose himself enough to say a full sentence.
“I’m sorry.”
His body is still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, the intensity of the orgasm he’d just had. It’s not his first But all others paled miserably in comparison.