"I don't know what real estate is like for you people." You people. As in humans. As in those with rights and lives and a beating heart. You people who aren't bought and sold as property. Who aren't rented out for cash and a good time.
Speaking of.
"I'm meant to be a good fuck, not a boyfriend," he chuckled. "No one has ever cared to 'get to know' me." No one until Junior. He really is something different, Ash thought to himself, discarding the stripped underwear along with his pants and shirt before it. With them finally at an even level, Ash stretched out beneath him, running his hands along Junior's well toned sides, from his chest down to settle at his hips. His thumbs rubbed lazy circles into the skin there, near Junior's cock but not touching it.
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Speaking of.
"I'm meant to be a good fuck, not a boyfriend," he chuckled. "No one has ever cared to 'get to know' me." No one until Junior. He really is something different, Ash thought to himself, discarding the stripped underwear along with his pants and shirt before it. With them finally at an even level, Ash stretched out beneath him, running his hands along Junior's well toned sides, from his chest down to settle at his hips. His thumbs rubbed lazy circles into the skin there, near Junior's cock but not touching it.