<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf80bf">Pressing his lips against the warmth of the Colonelâ??s neck, Cole moved so that his hands were on her hips, while she gently touched herself. Slowly, he could feel her body heat up, as well as the motions changing. The Colonel was doing more than rubbing her clitoris at the moment, and he believed that was an indication to press a bit further. â??He looks lovely, doesnâ??t he?â? he muttered, his own erection pressed against her bottom and throbbing.<br/>
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Swaying his hips in a circular motion just a few times, slow so that he didnâ??t surprise her, the dark skinned male breathed out an uneven pant. He was teetering on the edge of control himself, but with two delicious forms before him, one writhing like a true slavish whore, and the other just in the tip of training, he knew that this was his test for endurance and control. Steadying himself, he pressed his cock against the soft bottom a bit harder. â??Do you want to touch him?â? he asked, making it clear that the Colonel had the option of touching Brad, but Brad would not be allowed to touch back for now.</span>