"What the fuck," he gasps when Jiang just pulls out like that. Proko doesn't have a lot of time to make a full protest though because he's on his back, looking up at Jiang as he pushes close again, pushes in. His thighs tighten against Jiang's sides and he can't help the euphoric look that crosses his face.
"Oh fuck," he moans, mouth hanging open. "Fuck-- fuck, like that, like that."
He grips the pillow, the blanket, whatever the fuck he can get his hands on as he tries to keep moving, to meet every hard thrust of Jiang's hips. Proko drops one hand down to stroke his cock, needing, needing to fucking come.
Prokopenko slaps his free hand over his own mouth, struggling to shut up when his orgasm hits him, more intense than the one in the back seat.
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Date: 2017-02-24 05:36 am (UTC)"Oh fuck," he moans, mouth hanging open. "Fuck-- fuck, like that, like that."
He grips the pillow, the blanket, whatever the fuck he can get his hands on as he tries to keep moving, to meet every hard thrust of Jiang's hips. Proko drops one hand down to stroke his cock, needing, needing to fucking come.
Prokopenko slaps his free hand over his own mouth, struggling to shut up when his orgasm hits him, more intense than the one in the back seat.