Good boy. [Sweet boy, even trying to push back. The thumb disappears to give Eddie another firmer smack. The crack is louder, leaves the skin a little redder. He drives down with another to the other cheek, grips it tight after as he pulls it aside, tipping oil down onto Eddie's crack.
The flesh bounces back when Jim lets go to slick his fingers up real good. He's fascinated by it, pulls the other aside with his dryer hand and watches the way the flesh bunches, the way Eddie shudders under him when he teases his hole with his middle finger, tip pressing in slow, slow, slow down to the first knuckle. Under Eddie, his own dick fattens, and probably, if he pressed Eddie down, pulled him further back, they'd be lined up nice. It's a thought for later, though.
For now, he pushes down to the second knuckle and let's Eddie's cheek bounce back again. He brings his other palm down with a crack; starts fucking slow, lazy, while he cracks back down on the other cheek. ]
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The flesh bounces back when Jim lets go to slick his fingers up real good. He's fascinated by it, pulls the other aside with his dryer hand and watches the way the flesh bunches, the way Eddie shudders under him when he teases his hole with his middle finger, tip pressing in slow, slow, slow down to the first knuckle. Under Eddie, his own dick fattens, and probably, if he pressed Eddie down, pulled him further back, they'd be lined up nice. It's a thought for later, though.
For now, he pushes down to the second knuckle and let's Eddie's cheek bounce back again. He brings his other palm down with a crack; starts fucking slow, lazy, while he cracks back down on the other cheek. ]