What he would do to watch Malcolm lick his lips for an hour; jesus.
"Oh, you're doin' fine," Raylan assured. Whatever was in Malcolm's pockets, he would take it, happily. That stroke of the thumb across his balls, a new feeling, was a fraction of the reason his cock bobbed in anticipation.
The question made him laugh a little. "You mean a 69? Malcolm, darlin', I was straight, not dead. C'mon," he urged, off hand gesturing towards Malcolm's legs. "Swing that beautiful ass up here, let me put my mouth to work."
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"Oh, you're doin' fine," Raylan assured. Whatever was in Malcolm's pockets, he would take it, happily. That stroke of the thumb across his balls, a new feeling, was a fraction of the reason his cock bobbed in anticipation.
The question made him laugh a little. "You mean a 69? Malcolm, darlin', I was straight, not dead. C'mon," he urged, off hand gesturing towards Malcolm's legs. "Swing that beautiful ass up here, let me put my mouth to work."