<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf80bf">Cole was at the tip of the blade, so to speak, and though he tried hard to remain in control, just seeing his lover writhe under him was enough to make his breath uneven. He was rather close himself, but he refused to go out before either of them. The male wasnâ??t the highest rank in the room, but he was physically stronger, and he would have to prove it through other means than fighting them. Perhaps not strength, but endurance, as he didnâ??t even ooze out precum as his cock slipped up and down against Bradâ??s crack.<br/>
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It wasnâ??t until his â??slaveâ?? began to beg him with desperation like some addict, that he growled and slammed his meaty shaft in with enough force to slam the pale private against the wall. The walls were made out of cement, but the metal door next to them vibrated with the force. Brad was going to bruise at pressure points the next day, but that didnâ??t matter, as he held both wrists in either hand, and plowed hard against the prostate. Grunting with effort, he pressed a few kisses to the sweaty neck, while his gazed turned towards the Colonel. Sharp chocolate eyes stared at not her hand movements, but her face and hopefully to catch her eyes. He wanted her to see that even from afar, he was going to bring her down to her knees one day, and pleasure her more than any of her weaker boyfriends had perhaps tried to do. â??You may cum, slaveâ?¦â? he muttered against Bradâ??s neck, directing it both at his lover and at the Colonel.</span>