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Lindy flushed even more, if that was possible. Was that Ken's...? Then Ken asked him that question, and he couldn't help a desperate little moan as his hips bucked hard into his brother's hand. He did. He did want that, so badly. But it was so embarrassing! He could never say that. He shook his head 'no'. He was always bad about giving his body what it needed. As a baby, he never went down for naps without a fuss. As a child he refused to admit he was sick. This was the same. He wanted to be fucked. He needed to be fucked, and his body knew it, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate.
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