<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff40bf">Every thrust and stroke that Cole gave to him left Brad gasping and moaning for more. His own throbbing erection now had a wet gem of precum as it bobbed accordingly with their rhythmic fucking. As he struck at his prostate again and again, a small pool of the liquid began to form on the floor, a sign of their intimiate love making that would surely be dried up and gone by the next morning. His eyes fluttered while he struggled to hold onto the walls, his arms barely able to stay still between every thrust of the throbbing member.<br/>
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When that warm hand reached around to take a grasp of his burning member Brad purred softly in approval, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation of being done and stroked at the same time. The heat that came from the friction between the two of them was practically burning his body up, but he loved it. No matter how much it stung the next day it was always worth it for the sake of this moment right now.<br/>
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He looked over for a moment once more to see if the Colonel was still watching them. Indeed she was but her expression was not one of pleasure. Instead she seemed to be holding it in. Brad bit his lip and looked down for a moment. He had hoped that she would enjoy the sight the two of them offered for her, but that was not meant to be... Before he could think about it for another second the burning sensation of Cole's firm thrusts returned once more as he groaned and released his tightened lip, moaning hard and with little concern of the consequences of someone outside hearing them. It didn't matter any more, all he wanted was for this feeling to never end...<br/>
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