It seemed Nate didn't mind; Sam wasn't expecting the immediate fingers on his clit, the rough and insistent touch. The fingers sinking into him were just what he'd wanted but couldn't reach with his own, Nate's reaching deep enough to hit the right spots inside; Sam's nails dug into Nate's back and his hips shook, trying to press down onto the fingers and encourage the thrusts.
He was enjoying Nate's fingers, the sensation of just being touched; Sam tossed his head back and moaned loudly, always wanting to perform for those he was with (and he knew Nate loved it when he was a slut). When the fingers left him he looked up with a whine, dripping wet between his legs and desperate for contact; seeing Nate pull down his pants was both a surprise and a relief.
"Nate--" He gasped in a half-choked moan as he was filled entirely in a second, shivers travelling all the way from his pussy to the top of his scalp; a kind of full body high he couldn't get away from, his legs and arms instinctively trying to pull Nate close and tight, to not let him move away, as if all his body had ever been made to do was hold Nate's cock.
He was enjoying Nate's fingers, the sensation of just being touched; Sam tossed his head back and moaned loudly, always wanting to perform for those he was with (and he knew Nate loved it when he was a slut). When the fingers left him he looked up with a whine, dripping wet between his legs and desperate for contact; seeing Nate pull down his pants was both a surprise and a relief.
"Nate--" He gasped in a half-choked moan as he was filled entirely in a second, shivers travelling all the way from his pussy to the top of his scalp; a kind of full body high he couldn't get away from, his legs and arms instinctively trying to pull Nate close and tight, to not let him move away, as if all his body had ever been made to do was hold Nate's cock.
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
I somehow always do
