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Kayden rubbing our cocks together in that firm rhythm shouldn’t feel like it’s the best erotic touch I’ve ever had. I don’t even like jerking off, like it’s really hard for me to reach orgasm with handjobs, or oral in general, which is why I rarely masturbate. And yet, right now, his large, rough hand and throbbing veiny cock are sliding me to an unfamiliar edge. My senses are full of him, the woodsy smell, the striking eyes, the menacing snake. Our scents mixing into a hazy erotic fog. All male. Completely fucking male. No flowery perfume, no soft touch, and no tits. Just hard muscles and powerful, painful, and entirely controlled touches. That should turn me off, but I’m grinding into him, groaning as he uses our precum to lube us up. “I said.” He slows his pace. “Say it again.” “Please.” My voice is so hoarse, I barely recognize it, but I don’t care. If he stops again, I might die of frustration. My mind is in a blissful blur as I thrust into his hand. He rubs us together harder, fa