[ Vasquez groans when Faraday goes right ahead and kicks things off for them, a full-body shudder running through him as Faraday moves along his cock. He leans forward with another curse, pressing his forehead against Faraday's jaw as he recomposes himself with his own helpless chuckle. ]
Trying not to die, cabrón.
[ He drags his nails up Faraday's thigh, gripping the curve of his hip, before he finally rocks back on his own. Drawing out goes slowly, but the next thrust is sharp, pointedly filling Faraday again. God, he's overwhelmed by how Faraday feels around his cock, how he stretches to accommodate Vasquez, and it's fucking perfect.
More curses spill out in Spanish, but Vasquez finally begins to find a rhythm – withdrawing steadily and rocking forward with a quick snap of his hips. ]
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Trying not to die, cabrón.
[ He drags his nails up Faraday's thigh, gripping the curve of his hip, before he finally rocks back on his own. Drawing out goes slowly, but the next thrust is sharp, pointedly filling Faraday again. God, he's overwhelmed by how Faraday feels around his cock, how he stretches to accommodate Vasquez, and it's fucking perfect.
More curses spill out in Spanish, but Vasquez finally begins to find a rhythm – withdrawing steadily and rocking forward with a quick snap of his hips. ]