Curtis reached up and traced the raised scar down Seth’s cheek before running a thumb across his plump lips. To him, our marriage isn’t authentic.” Seth could see Curtis’s face redden and contort. Sucking cotton-wrapped cock was a bit trickier than he’d expected. He could feel Seth’s finger slide in and out, swirling around until he began to moan. “Sam will be absolutely thrilled about that. Trick or treat?”
Curtis just stared. Keep your ass up in the air.” Seth was only partially intelligible with his tongue inside Curtis’s ass. Curtis swerved and swore before getting the jeep under control again. He was going home to his baby grand and his husband. He’d tried to keep himself steady without the pain, but it was getting harder and harder the longer he was away from Curtis. He’d had no sleep, no time to clean up, and the airplane was too crowded and noisy for him to relax. “I’ve pretty much been living on a steady diet of mallowcreme pumpkins since the middle of September.
