Cal grunts when that massive heat pushes inside him and he grips the (chair-sofa-thing) for leverage. "Mon dieu, that feels good," he gasps out, feeling like a wanton little whore right now. James's whore.
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Re: Cal and James
Cal grunts when that massive heat pushes inside him and he grips the (chair-sofa-thing) for leverage. "Mon dieu, that feels good," he gasps out, feeling like a wanton little whore right now. James's whore.