[Tate's louder now, letting the low grunts and stretched out moans just slip out of him as Derek's cock works its way into him inch by inch in steady, continuous motion. He's looser than he usually is and it's such a help, pain a fair compromise, because he feels all that much more accomplished to see with a tuck of his chin to his chest that Derek's almost buried in him. It's not even for the camera that Tate's moaning with such a wanton tone - he can't bite it back, not when he feels so good being used a second time.
Their first round helps Tate not be so wound up, his cock sensitive but still rigid in his hand. He keeps stroking, taking pauses between two or three motions to just revel in what Derek's doing to him. He pushes up against the latter thrusts, feeling himself slide a bit against the seat with each one. His eyes are closed for a long moment so he blinks them open to see the camera on him, close and invasive.
He looks - taken to say the least, with his eyes clouded with lust and his lips shiny with spit.]
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Their first round helps Tate not be so wound up, his cock sensitive but still rigid in his hand. He keeps stroking, taking pauses between two or three motions to just revel in what Derek's doing to him. He pushes up against the latter thrusts, feeling himself slide a bit against the seat with each one. His eyes are closed for a long moment so he blinks them open to see the camera on him, close and invasive.
He looks - taken to say the least, with his eyes clouded with lust and his lips shiny with spit.]
Derrrrek.
[His teeth click together, he gasps:]
Please? Please. Please.