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“You looked so fucking pretty tonight, Hollander. In that big jersey, with that backwards hat. Wanted to bend you over in front of all your friends and fuck you untill you cried.” Shane whimpers, hands grasping at the car seat beneath him. “Please, Ilya. Touch me. Need you.” Ilya pulls his own shirt up over his head and then pauses. Has an idea. “Get in the back seat, sweetheart.”
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“Words, Hollander. Tell me that you are helpful.” Shane clears his throat. “I-I’m helpful. When you need to come.” “молодец. Good boy,” Ilya breathes, starting to really move his hand now. He can physically see the moment the fog takes over Shane’s brain. The one that always comes over him when they’re hooking up or fucking. He watches Shane’s eyes go glassy and his mouth hang open, and his lips get wet and he knows he has him. Knows that Shane will do whatever he asks now. He loves when he’s like this. Fuck. “You are, aren’t you?” he asks. “My good boy?”
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- English
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- 3,995
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- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #77153241