He wasn’t upset. Seth released Curtis for a second, and Curtis could feel him moving around behind him. Blowjob porn He broke into his bag of candy corn and moaned pornographically at the taste of the waxy sugar. Curtis reached up and traced the raised scar down Seth’s cheek before running a thumb across his plump lips. Something cold and slick slid around his asshole. He wanted his husband to know exactly how much he wanted him. Perhaps he’d be willing to accept a tour next summer, when Curtis could go too, but not before. “Though once I bury myself inside you, I won’t be letting you go for hours. They didn’t have time to find another pianist who knew the songs that late in the game.”
Curtis narrowed his eyes. “I’m not going to do it again unless you’re able to go,” Seth said as he pulled away from Curtis’s tight grip and snagged his bags from the conveyor.
