<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf80bf">Panting breaths were mingled in the small room, making Cole wonder if there was good ventilation in the laundry room, as it would be best not to suffocate. But of course there was, as steam would be coming out of here more often then not. Yet sometimes, Cole wondered why he would think in such a tangent, when he should be focusing on Bradâ??s words and the arch that the other maleâ??s back would do. Pale skin glistened against tanned flesh, showing in where Brad ended and where he beganâ?¦despite not being able to feel the differences.<br/>
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â??Hmâ?¦? Major, was it?â? he asked softly, pulling his cock out further and further, as he wasnâ??t convinced that Brad wanted it enough. â??Just because the Colonel is hereâ?¦doesnâ??t mean you can be disrespectful to me, <i>slave</i>.â? the Major husked out, his cock plopping out completely to tease the other male. He was pushing their relationship out there, and even though the may or may not have been playing such games, Cole was flaunting in front of the Colonel something that she could take if she desired. To give up the control she wrapped her fingers so tightly around, to kneel before them and service them in the mixture of the game and reality that they were creatingâ?¦ if only they would both just fall to their knees and <i>beg</i> for itâ?¦</span>