Chapter 68: Pete’s touch.

NIGEL’s HIPS BEGAN to wiggle, a desperate, involuntary grind, as his desire doubled, then tripled, swelling to an unbearable degree. He squirmed, desperate, seeking motion, as that smooth tentacle played with his sensitive crown. The hole at the tip wept, a hot, slick pearl that coated Pete’s skin.

“Oi, cobber.” Nigel’s voice was strained, a plea.

“You drip for me. I like seeing how much you enjoy every stroke I give you.” ...