"You admit you were at fault, then." He tuts, but the words go straight to his cock regardless. "You are lucky that I'm the forgiving sort, aren't you?"
His fingers curl around his cock and he gives him a few slow strokes. "Again. You need this, don't you?" His thumb traces circles around the tip of his length, toying with the slit briefly.
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His fingers curl around his cock and he gives him a few slow strokes. "Again. You need this, don't you?" His thumb traces circles around the tip of his length, toying with the slit briefly.