As Yussa bend a leg up toward his body, Caleb's tongue wets his lips, unconscious and reflexive. The space is appreciated, it makes it easier for him, but really it's the visual that goes right to his cock.
"Gods," he sighs, barely audible under his breath. A little louder, he says, "You are..." He swallows, shaking his head with a soft huff of incredulous laughter. How had he gotten lucky enough to wind up here? Yussa is absolutely fucking stunning, from his golden eyes and plush, kissable mouth to his gorgeous cunt. "Ridiculously hot."
His fingers swap places again, and with his pulse jumping in anticipation, he finally crooks his index finger to ease it past his opening. Yussa is beautifully slick with arousal, and he presses his finger slowly inside--more slowly than Caleb had expected he'd have to, honestly, though thankfully he manages to stifle his surprise.
Though Yussa's cunt yields to the penetration, and he's wonderfully hot and wet, he is also incredibly tight. Caleb gets his finger in to the last knuckle and curls it gently before an equally gradual withdrawal and rock back in, establishing a rhythm, albeit a slow one. He can feel the pressure of Yussa's walls around him, the stretch as he pushes carefully against them, and it is both erotic and startling. Does Yussa not usually let others fuck him? That is a heady thought.
"How does that feel?" he asks, glancing from between Yussa's legs to his face. Caleb knows now what kind of care he will have to take, and is more than prepared to do so. He is even more eager for it now, if that is possible.
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"Gods," he sighs, barely audible under his breath. A little louder, he says, "You are..." He swallows, shaking his head with a soft huff of incredulous laughter. How had he gotten lucky enough to wind up here? Yussa is absolutely fucking stunning, from his golden eyes and plush, kissable mouth to his gorgeous cunt. "Ridiculously hot."
His fingers swap places again, and with his pulse jumping in anticipation, he finally crooks his index finger to ease it past his opening. Yussa is beautifully slick with arousal, and he presses his finger slowly inside--more slowly than Caleb had expected he'd have to, honestly, though thankfully he manages to stifle his surprise.
Though Yussa's cunt yields to the penetration, and he's wonderfully hot and wet, he is also incredibly tight. Caleb gets his finger in to the last knuckle and curls it gently before an equally gradual withdrawal and rock back in, establishing a rhythm, albeit a slow one. He can feel the pressure of Yussa's walls around him, the stretch as he pushes carefully against them, and it is both erotic and startling. Does Yussa not usually let others fuck him? That is a heady thought.
"How does that feel?" he asks, glancing from between Yussa's legs to his face. Caleb knows now what kind of care he will have to take, and is more than prepared to do so. He is even more eager for it now, if that is possible.