Matthew is too far gone in his own pleasure to remember the rules of their game. He gives in at once, oblivious to who's meant to be giving the orders and who's meant to be following, hand wrapping around Bennet's cock and starting to stroke him as relentlessly as his hips move.
"Fuck..." he groans, teeth raking down Bennet's throat, latching onto his shoulder as he moans.
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"Fuck..." he groans, teeth raking down Bennet's throat, latching onto his shoulder as he moans.