“Zach, we should…” The finger slid in a little more, and John shuddered. “…erm…go home.”
“No, no, I don’t think we should.” Zachary pulled out his finger, reached for something behind him, and then brought his hand back again. More of the thick, creamy—
“Oh my God! Is that cheese?” John pushed at Zachary’s shoulder only to change his mind and pull him closer because the slow slide was maddening.
“Honey.”
“Mmm…what?” For some reason, John’s eyelids closed as Zachary worked his c**k and pushed into him at the same time.
“Anything you want, but I meant it’s honey. And a little cheese.”
Honey? John grimaced, and in Jen’s café of all places.
“Come.” Zachary carefully moved them towards the chair he’d put behind the counter, one hand still working John’s c**k, and sat down. “Come on. Sit
