The lovely, aching bruise of the hickey is what it takes. Neil squeaks and wails, arching, shivering. It's the fastest he's gotten off since one of the first times he fooled around, and the sudden rush of it is exhilarating.
"Don't stop," he gasps. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...!"
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"Don't stop," he gasps. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...!"