Helplessly Brad imagined it—the degradation, the shame, the perverse exultation, the surrender of the blissfully innocent infantile orality of it all. Oh, the sweet torture of restraining himself as he craved instead to slide those wet c*m-w***e lips down, down, down, filling his reveling mouth with every rein-roped inch, defiling himself with the stringy squirts that fulfilled him perhaps as much as they did his unsuspecting victim! And as he blinked back suddenly into Alyssa’s glowing dark orbs, he knew that she could read it all in his face, and even as it embarrassed him, the realization filled him with a profoundly reassuring sort of glow…
And then finally, as Brad fondled the other man’s writhing scrotum with such careful encouragement and pinched and pulled breathlessly at his tigh
