“What are you doing?”
“Does it feel good?”
“Uh-huh.” It seemed an effort, the response.
“Then never mind.”
The van windows were foggy, from the rainy weather outside and the steamy s*x inside. Back and forth, up and down the shaft of Roy’s manhood, sucking in extra saliva, working him to orgasm, Tucker finger-f****d his own ass with his left hand while the right one braced itself in the stripe down Roy’s heaving gut. Tucker felt like he could c*m without even touching his own hard d**k, as he was dripping the shiny, colorless, stickiness that came before the white that was somehow triggered by a sensitive spot up inside of him that his finger continued to stimulate. The nectar ran down his long, slender hardness and he scooped some on his finger to rewet his hole before shoving his fin
