Lyrin swallows, his cheeks pink. "I-Im sorry, sir. . ." He tilts his head back against the other's shoulder, turning his face slightly to kiss Billy's neck gently.
Billy grabbed into Lyrins ass, squeezing it, his body pressing , rubbing and bumping Lyrin against him. His skin tingling at he left the attention. He turned his head, kissing Lyrin on the lips.
Billy ran his fingers to Lyrins lap, squeezing his cock through his underwear, his breathing getting heavier, getting more pressing. His chest rubbing against his back, Billy stepped back, sitting on the bench.
Billy looked up at him, smirking dangerously as he stroked him faster, his hard cock digging up against Lyrin, bouncing him along his lap. "Going to scream?" He teases into his ear
Lyrin pants softly, tugging Billy's pants and underwear out of the way as he got this prize. His cheeks flush pink and he looks at the other, "No!" He huffs, pressing his face to the other's shoulder.
"Liar-" he teased back with a wicked smile as he felt his cheek press unto his shoulder. Billy gasped Lyrin tightly, lifting him up, his tip already on its path, pushing to fill Lyrin.
Lyrin groans, wiggling slightly in a horrible effort to speed the process, "Just because I want it. . . Doesn't mean we should." He whimpers softly, looking up at Billy.
'I'll decide for you." Billy said as he pulled Lyrins hips, driving himself inside , dragging Lyrins eager body around him. His hands squeezing his hips and his bully thrusting up inti him roughly.
Lyrin presses his face into Billy's chest, just before a cry left his lips to muffle the sound. He presses his nails into Billy's arms, gripping tightly.
Billy tended, his muscles flexing on his preys lips, his. Hands holding him close as he started bouncing Lyrin on top of him, giving sift breathes of restraint....fir now.
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