Lee can barely breathe as it is, and Connor's relentless thrusting is too much now that he's come. Usually he'd ask for Connor to slow down for a second, just so he could catch his breath, but he remembers the game they're playing, the wanton disobedience.
"Stop," he says, his voice harsh even to his own ears. "Stop right fucking now."
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Date: 2015-11-18 03:54 pm (UTC)From:"Stop," he says, his voice harsh even to his own ears. "Stop right fucking now."