[Zetta's fingers in his hair, and the look on Deacon's face, the look on Ferran's -- the weight of Zetta in his lap... Riley can't help but rock up against her a little, his cock aching against the front of his pants.
He can't see Zetta's grin widen, but he feels her grip tighten in his hair and feels her grind down against him in response. He moans softly, eyes fluttering.]
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He can't see Zetta's grin widen, but he feels her grip tighten in his hair and feels her grind down against him in response. He moans softly, eyes fluttering.]