I chuckle. “You don’t want to know.”
He kisses me again. Harder this time. Abruptly. Collides his chest to mine. Rubs his crotch to my crotch, turning me on and causes me to go rock hard. “I do want to know.”
So I’m honest with him, and tell him, “I was thinking of making a movie of you two since you look alike. Twins f*****g each other. Pure filth. Triple-X stuff. The nastiest stuff. No plot. All s*x. Two hours of hardcore d**k-fun.”
He takes one of his hands and rubs my d**k with it: fast, hard, just the way I want him to. “No s**t?”
I nod. “Yes. Five long scenes. It was XXX all the way.”
“That’s dirty and—”
“Am I interrupting something?” Cliff says, entering the kitchen with a quiet Iron at his side.
Darsey abruptly pulls off me, stands at my right side.
Cliff can see that we bo
