Straddling him, Lynn placed both hands on Duncan’s broad shoulders and leaned forward to press against him, hard c**k thrusting against Duncan’s between them. “Is this what you want?”
“You know it is.” Duncan kissed Lynn with abandon, running his hands all over his lover’s back and grabbing that firm ass, squeezing it hard.
Moaning into Duncan’s mouth, Lynn returned the kisses and rubbed himself against Duncan’s front, searching for friction, trying to fulfill the wanting. He broke away briefly to pull the turtleneck over his head, making a mess of his hair and not caring one bit. Back to kissing, Duncan reached up to flick Lynn’s n*****s back and forth with both thumbs. Lynn pushed into his lover’s hands and felt the sticky wetness seeping from his slit. He was ready for more, something
