Asher moans, gently pushing his fingers into Nathaniel's mouth, deeper, his hips nudging forward reflexively.
Slowly he draws his fingers back, moving them lower, inch by inch, sliding them roughly into Nathaniel's body. He starts with two, giving Nathaniel no time to adjust, forcing him to take his fingers.
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Slowly he draws his fingers back, moving them lower, inch by inch, sliding them roughly into Nathaniel's body. He starts with two, giving Nathaniel no time to adjust, forcing him to take his fingers.