"Ah-aaahhh... So-sorry, can't hear you over the sound of how damn wet I am inside....too bad you can't come in me and feel that..." As he practically croons this, head tipped up to the ceiling, he strokes the fingers of his opposite hand around his entrance, lets them delve inside just up to the first joint, mimicking her own rhythm.

"Do like the feel of you inside...but if you're so ready for twink pity babies I can't stop ya...maybe your boy Lee will be interested in a little session with me."

His eyes are dark, nearly pitch black where they swivel to look at her. Is it a challenge or a promise? All he knows is he's just about ready, precum smeared around his cock and making the glide along his palm easy peasy. His blood is boiling like what he'd imagine a volcano to be like. She sure is a vision, sprawled out, leg hitched up and sweat shining. Damn.

"Ka-kara...." It comes off hitched from a whine.