Normally, Morgan paid no mind to one night stands. A quick fuck and go served one purpose which was to satisfy him. He could care less if the certain individual who shared his bed was gone the next morning. However, this specific session really stuck to him, and Morgan wasn’t letting the man go just yet. He fluttered his eyelids open and saw him getting dressed. “Leaving so soon?” The Tyrell Prince spoke, grabbing hold of his hand. A smirk graced Morgan’s facial features, wicked ideas evidently in mind. “Stay a little longer. Unless of course you can’t handle another round,” he challenged, reaching over to boldly fondle the same cock that brought him pleasure the evening prior.











