It didn’t take long for Dexter to get hard, not with Colin up there moving his hips back and forth as he ran his long, skilled hands sensually across his back. His shoulders and back felt great, they really did. Colin was pretty awesome at this. But he also let his hips move like that on purpose, his c**k semi-hard now, and Dexter’s erection pressed into the cushions.
As Colin worked his way down his back—slowly, very slowly—Dexter tried his damndest not to pant. And squirm. Dear God was he trying not to squirm. By the time Colin finally got to his lower back, he had to move himself a bit, shimmying down to the back of Dexter’s thighs. But instead of lifting his weight up and providing relief to Dexter’s swollen c**k that now began to beg for some proper friction, Colin leaned in and nipp
