Wylie arched at the feeling of Johnny's fingers. His mouth dropped open and he let out a low moan, resonating from his chest first. His own cock throbbed at the sensation and he rocked his hips slowly, trying and pleading to take more of Johnny. He wanted whatever he would give him. He wanted what Johnny had to offer. "Jona," he pleaded his name again, "God... please."
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Date: 2011-05-01 08:32 am (UTC)