[ Gasping sharply, his ass tightens and conforms to the hot dick that forces him open with so much more satisfaction than the plastic, biting his lip as he scratches the wall and rocks over him to the hilt, knees trembling when fully seated. Twisting his head around to keep kissing him, he reaches back to thread clutching fingers through auburn locks, tugging at braids.

A shaky exhale shivers over hot tongues at the imagery, and he grinds back with a hushed whimper. ]

I'll ... I'll do it. Be nothing b-but your fucktoy if you want, I'm all yours. [ A tight ass ripples its grip from base to tip as Jack's sinuous hips writhe, grinning even as he wrinkles his nose. ] Ride me bare, Hiksti, c'mon, c'mon ... Ah, give it to me, babe?