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Jamie listened to every toxic word that seemed to leave his Master's lips. He couldn't help but smile when he felt Damien begin to rock his hips with his thrusting. It was nice to know that his friend was able to keep up with his inhuman stamina. When Damien told him he was a good doggy, he showed his gratitude by slamming his big fat cock into Damien's prostate once more. Then, he heard his next command, and suddenly the smile was gone. In fact, the happy expression he had on was replaced with one of pure primal desire. He could feel his friend clinging to his body, that coy, seductive look on his face, asking him if he wanted to fuck again. The quiet teen simply nodded at his friend's question.
Once he felt those handcuffs detach from the headboard, Jamie went wild. He rolled over, forcing Damien onto his back before bucking into him like the excited mutt he was. The quiet teen threw his friend's legs over his shoulders and began fucking him as hard as he could, the sound of his big nuts slapping hard against Damien's ass filled the room. There was nothing he was more eager to do than to kiss his Master again, so he leaned in and jammed his tongue into Damien's mouth. The kiss was sloppy as he wanted it to be, saliva dripping from their lips as Jamie's hands began to wander all over the slender teen's body. Both hands started at his hips, squeezing that firm ass and caressing his hips and thighs before one hand moved upwards, running his strong fingers over his nipples.
"We don't always have to use your ass." Jamie panted between kisses as he continued to drill him hard. God, he loved the way Damien purred. It was so sexy and seductive. "The thought of you slowly milking me with both of your hands makes me really horny." The quiet teen confessed as he began biting and sucking on Damien's neck. "You make me so horny." Jamie panted as both his hands moved back to his hips. They gripped Damien's hips tightly and began pulling the slender teen even harder into every thrust.
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