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Jamie didn't relent for a second. He gave Damien his all. Every thrust had every bit of his strength behind it. Every groan had every bit of his pleasure in it. Every touch had every bit of his desire in it. It didn't matter if it was his first time cumming or his tenth. Damien was his Master now, and he owed it to him to give him his best at all times. The quiet teen could feel his slender partner begin to cling to his body. God, he loved that. Feeling Damien grope him and bite him and claw at him. It made him feel so feral, as if Damien needed his body to live. And Jamie would give him his body for as long as he needed it. He returned the gesture, nuzzling his head into Damien's while sucking and nipping on the crook of his neck.
Jamie needed more. In a fit of passion, he grabbed Damien by the hips and pressed him up against the headboard roughly. Then, he began to hammer him with his cock, using the sound of the headboard hitting the wall as a guide of how well he was doing. All he was focused on now was making that headboard hit louder and louder, knowing that it was because he was fucking the sexy vixen harder and harder. The muscular teen was starting to grunt with every thrust, his eyes mixed with lust and hunger for the slender teen beneath him. "Fuck. Yes. Master." Jamie grunted, giving a prolonged answer to Damien's comment earlier. Jamie pressed his broad, sweaty chest up against Damien's, pinning him against the headboard as he moved his hips harder and harder. He was determined to make sure that this mutt pleased his Master thoroughly.
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