Oh, fuck.
Connor nods, feverish, his hips squirming, fucking himself on Lee's fingers. "Yes, Sir." He says, biting his lip, head down, face pressed against the sheets. "You won't be done with me after that, though, right?"
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Oh, fuck.
Connor nods, feverish, his hips squirming, fucking himself on Lee's fingers. "Yes, Sir." He says, biting his lip, head down, face pressed against the sheets. "You won't be done with me after that, though, right?"