Once he’d established a rhythm, he began moving the hand that grasped Balkhi’s c**k, too. He finger-f****d and stroked Balkhi simultaneously, very much enjoying the reactions he got; moans, whimpers, muttered expletives, hands grabbing his shoulders, muscles tensed around his fingers, a still-swelling c**k in his hand.
For Wilkes, it was equally hot to be giving pleasure as it was to be receiving it, and his own d**k twitched, leaking pre-c*m as he drove Balkhi closer to o****m. He was eager to see his lover c****x; watch his face contort, hear the cries he made, see the rippling, twitching muscles, the leaping d**k with spurts of c*m jetting out. It was an incredibly powerful sensation, to give someone else ultimate pleasure, and it was heady, too.
The anticipation continued to build in
