He wanted to see just how much Tegan could take before she’d tap out and she didn’t seem to be close yet. Even though Brandon couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Sam, he could sense the other man was on the edge of blowing his load. She couldn’t help but wonder if his coming home late had something to do with her. Tegan extended her arm towards Brandon, her eyes beckoning to him even as they filled with her desperation from needing to come. “Where’s Angus?”
“He texted to say he’d be late and grab his own dinner on the way home.” Sam answered. She quivered as he started to move inside her and he could feel her muscles gripping him, which reassured him that he wasn’t throwing a proverbial hotdog down a hallway. Well, she wasn’t going to turn up her nose at a clean cock and moaned, taking him deeper as he swelled between her lips and Brandon picked up the pace.
