His fingers dragged a long groan from Newt's throat as they eased out. The air cooled the tendrils of lube trailed down Newt's legs and along the tight ring of muscle left pliant and needy with the absence of Hermann's hand. He wanted to be filled to his breaking point, spread open and stuffed with Hermann--or anything, a desperate part of him screamed--until every movement rubbed and stirred something inside him. And he wanted to just lie there on the brink of coming, harder than hell tortured by his own want and impatience.
Now, however, he had more urgent plans, and the sound of Hermann's zipper raking down its metal teeth was like the slow withdrawal of his fingers. Newt rolled onto his knees, fixed the panties and skirt, and braced a hand on the headboard.
He wiggled his ass, inviting Hermann to hurry, enjoying the swish of fabric just barely against the tip of his erection.
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Now, however, he had more urgent plans, and the sound of Hermann's zipper raking down its metal teeth was like the slow withdrawal of his fingers. Newt rolled onto his knees, fixed the panties and skirt, and braced a hand on the headboard.
He wiggled his ass, inviting Hermann to hurry, enjoying the swish of fabric just barely against the tip of his erection.