"Oh, trust me. I ache to shoot my cum inside of you, Jack."
Rasping words leave the angel's lips, as he desperately pulls at any item of clothing left on his body; his belt threaded through the loop and flung behind with his shirt, his pants yanked down his legs and also thrown onto the pile. Near naked, Balthazar assisted Jack with his own clothes, whilst kissing him hungrily, only stopping to take in a breath.
"Fuck, you are so hot."
Pulling at his lover's pants, Balthazar managed to slide off Jack's pants and throw them into the pile. Now, he was left only in his black boxers, which were painfully tight and tented. His cock leaving an outline through the thin material, as he began grinding himself against Jack's crotch.
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Rasping words leave the angel's lips, as he desperately pulls at any item of clothing left on his body; his belt threaded through the loop and flung behind with his shirt, his pants yanked down his legs and also thrown onto the pile. Near naked, Balthazar assisted Jack with his own clothes, whilst kissing him hungrily, only stopping to take in a breath.
"Fuck, you are so hot."
Pulling at his lover's pants, Balthazar managed to slide off Jack's pants and throw them into the pile. Now, he was left only in his black boxers, which were painfully tight and tented. His cock leaving an outline through the thin material, as he began grinding himself against Jack's crotch.