You can make as much of a mess as you need, baby. You can come again, you can.
[He isn't actually sure if Eddie can; the slow dig of his fingers, fucking deep, hard. He twists his arm a little, gets an easier angle and then moves his other hand hand, massages along a mottle thigh, thumbs lightly rubbing against the flesh, the bumps of the scar tissue.
Perhaps cruelly, he teases in with a third finger, bullies a little at Eddie's hole with the tip of it, doesn't push too far beyond a tease. He hums low, wets his lips. ] Come on baby, you can do it.
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[He isn't actually sure if Eddie can; the slow dig of his fingers, fucking deep, hard. He twists his arm a little, gets an easier angle and then moves his other hand hand, massages along a mottle thigh, thumbs lightly rubbing against the flesh, the bumps of the scar tissue.
Perhaps cruelly, he teases in with a third finger, bullies a little at Eddie's hole with the tip of it, doesn't push too far beyond a tease. He hums low, wets his lips. ] Come on baby, you can do it.