Richard, not letting go of my gaze, makes Dylan sit over my stomach as he stays knelled over my legs, my member dangerously trapped in between them but being ignored as I waited for what Richard had in mind.
With Dylan’s back right in front of me and within my grasp I clench my teeth to not reach out, especially when Richard brings Dylan body up so he could have better access to him, only to take the already short tank top off from him, exposing his petite figure as Dy put his hands over his n*****s, looking anywhere but us, embarrassed by suddenly being exposed.
How I wanted to embrace him, f**k.
And still they were on my lap the pricks!
Richard, seeing my discomfort, starts to pull Dylan short down together with his underwear, bringing to view his fine tiny ass and his member, which
