Chapitre 9: Chapter 9

“There you go, gorgeous,” Francis praised. Then he took more of the lube and slipped his fingers—between Mark’s thighs?

“W-what?”

“It’s called intercrural sex, Mark. It’s been done forever, historically speaking. Keep your legs together, it’ll be better for me.” Mark obeyed automatically, and as soon as he felt Francis’s cock right under his balls, he flexed his thighs. “Shit, that’s good, baby. Just hang on, okay.”

Then Francis’s hand was around his dick that had found the proceedings very interesting thus far. It took no time at all for Mark to get fully hard in Francis’s grip. He moaned when Francis jabbed his perineum with his cock. How could that feel so good?

And then he began to fuck Mark between the thighs, jerking him off at the same time. He kept the flowing words of praise going and Mark started to float again. He was being taken, used, and that was the best thing he’d felt in… well, ever.