William Johnson

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Focusing his powers on the suroundings of his cock, and as William kept on thrusting, he released a minimal amount of vibrations that focused, mainly, on the man’s prostate as his thrusts, at first slow, began to fastened, watching as his cock dove into the other’s insides over and over again. Head tilted back in pleasure as he let out low growls that he attempted to trap on his throat

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Holding onto Clinton’s neck and his shoulder line, he began to thrust into him in a slow pace. Waving his cock from end to beginning, hammering into him while holding the man so he wouldn’t run away from him. Low groans escaping his lips, as Clinton’s tightness was a much welcomed bless.

William smiled, his hips met by Clinton’s big asscheeks as he went deep into him.  To soothe any possible pain, he put his hands on the sides o his body and relaxingly tickle his sides under the shit, thumbs pressing through his spine until he could grab his neck without removing them. “Ready?” He said in a low voice, as he waved his hips in light circular motions.

He was had, and excited,so  undeniable, as soon as he was given permission, and after pushing a second finger inside, he kept his focus on stimulating him. A soft groan was given, Clinton’s tightness felt good even for his fingers. Stepping behind,and spitting onto his cock, he removed his fingers off of him, and soon he was replacing them as he, slowly, pushed himself in.

“That’s what I thought,” Skye pointed, moving his hands through his back until gripping his hips, thrusting in forward as if he had his cock inside, using his powers with his lower body to send a mild vibration through his rectum, hitting his prostate mentally, and smirking. William stepped back after that, using a finger to brush his hole and pushed it into the tight walls. His other hand wrapped itself around his cock, stroking himself. “Can I go dry? Or will it hurt too much?”

“You do need your fingers yes.” William pointed, moving his free hand over the knife holding one, and taking it off of it. The inhuman set his hands at each side of their waistbands, and pulling down clothes, built up some basic friction to work each other up. “How do you want the vegetables sliced?” he asked, as he guided that same hand down so Clinton would cup his own cock and keep him on something he thought, at the moment, more important.

He leaned in close, smiling, “oh you tease,” William countered, shaking his head while bringing his waist to brushingly meet Clinton’s behind. A hand moved to caress his back and slid into the insides of his pants and underwear, touching his ass, “don’t cut yourself, please, you have very handy hands.” Oh, he loved that ass so much. It was hard to lie about it. But it felt warm and soft and rough to his fingers. Unfair.