[ Scout isn't sure. Jesus Christ, there's a warm and willing mouth ready to suck him off. For any prospect, he ought to be thankful. But he isn't, he isn't grateful so much as he feels entitled, now. ]
Haven't I?
[ Scout pushes his jumpsuit down just enough, with effort pries his hand away from his half-hard cock. ]
Go on, den, Spy.
[ Suddenly confronted with being sucked off or not, his lizard brain vouches for yes. ]
no subject
Haven't I?
[ Scout pushes his jumpsuit down just enough, with effort pries his hand away from his half-hard cock. ]
Go on, den, Spy.
[ Suddenly confronted with being sucked off or not, his lizard brain vouches for yes. ]