By then, Arthur had lost track of how many times Eames had smacked his ass. His breathing was coming in rough pants, soft whines and groans and finally, it was the alternating smacks that did him in. That and Eames' words.
"Daddy -- please," he whimpered, rocking against Eames' thigh - hard and leaking. He bit down on his lip as he moved his hand from the couch to Eames' thigh and writhed on his lip. "Please... -" Fuck but he needed him -- wanted to feel him fuck him hard and leave him full of his come.
ONE MORE!
"Daddy -- please," he whimpered, rocking against Eames' thigh - hard and leaking. He bit down on his lip as he moved his hand from the couch to Eames' thigh and writhed on his lip. "Please... -" Fuck but he needed him -- wanted to feel him fuck him hard and leave him full of his come.