<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080bf">A faint shiver rushed through, the feeling of having two mouths on his genitals more than he had imaged for the night. A rugged groan rumbled through his throat once more, as his muscles tensed and relax under the ministrations. Brad was working just as he desired, the sureness in the suckling motions that was well known. However, the light brushes against his sack made Cole raise an eyebrow. Ashlyn obviously didnâ??t know what she was doing; or rather, she was hesitant.<br/>
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The fingers that brushed through her hair tightened, gripping the base of her skull and nearly shoving her closer towards the large orbs. â??Donâ??t tell me youâ??re hesitating, Colonel.â? he growled. The hand touching the woman was nearly unforgiving, while his other hand was as gentle as a loverâ??s. Brad, after all, was doing well.<br/>
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â??Donâ??t half-ass pleasure me if youâ??re not into it.â? his tone hard and harsh and lusted. Cole wanted Ashlyn to pleasure him as she had vigorously did so to Brad. Perhaps even more so, as he expected more than the kisses and swipes. It was almost illogical to assume that she could immediately do more, but being in the army has taught him more than muscle work. If the bar was lowered, one never rose higher than that.</span>