It was never quite right. Aunty sex They went at it for what felt like hours, not caring if people outside the tents could hear them. Lowland shamelessly buried his face in the wet hair. You have shown me a strength I never knew existed, and with each passing day, my love for you deepens. The cry that left him was primal as he erupted into his beloved. It was never quite right. The embrace remained tender even as the pace picked up, and Lowland buried his face in his husband’s strong shoulder. “M- Mercy,” he panted, “please, I can’t take any more.”
Lowland lay over his lover, face mere inches from Hawthorn’s ear, as he let out a deep, guttural groan. The tip was dripping with precum and red as it pulsed. Lowland couldn’t help himself as he kissed his son’s neck. Above him, he could
