Jaime held on tight to Levon’s hips as they grinded against him. Jaime took a scoop of jizz from his chest with his finger and popped it into his mouth, smiling at Levon in seductive satisfaction. He’s probably at home drinking himself to death because of how confused he feels.”
“Calm down, man. They passionately made out for a while, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues, feeling each other’s hard bodies with their hands. Levon had fingered himself before, but his fingers were nowhere as thick as Jaime’s dick. He reached down and reclined the seat back so that he lay on top of him, continuing to kiss. Either way, Levon felt somehow responsible. You probably need to get laid more…” Jaime placed a hand on Levon’s crotch, the recipient quickly shooing it away. Levon looked at Jaime and wiped a tear away from his face. Then, Jaime entered. “I guess we’re both bad people, huh?” he said, sniffling. Sound good?”
Levon was surprised. What the hell is going on here? Jaime just looked the other way. Either way, Levon felt somehow responsible.
