<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>Second Floor Bedroom<br/>With Dannie and Spencer</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>He was trying to keep calm and focus on his sense, but the more he did the more he was drawn to the sensations of Dannie's lips and fingers. Each pull of her lips on his cock was like trying to draw his seed right out of him, urging him closer and closer to climax. He tried to focus instead on Spencer's lips, and it helped for a moment as his tongue wrestled with hers. Yet she herself pulled away, her lips and tongue instead traveling down his body, that smooth tongue stud causing him to breath deep each time it slid across his flesh.<br/><br/>His muscles began to tense and flex, his abs rising with each breath as he tried to keep himself from thrusting upward into Dannie's mouth.<br/><br/>"It feels so good," he uttered between breaths, trying to keep himself from cumming. His toes spread out and his fingers gripped onto Dannie's hair, his other hand sliding along Spencer's back, pressing down a little roughly. His breathing was loud and his moans were constant, his body covered in a cold sheen of sweat.<br/><br/>"Oh shit," he groaned, feeling his oncoming rush well up at the base of his member. He was going to burst soon, right when things were getting crazy. He grit his teeth, trying to hold it back as long as possible, though Dannie's eager mouth wasn't making things any easier.