there was little dimi had grown to enjoy more than the feeling of owen beneath him. he let out a pleased sound as he felt that perfect ass grinding back against him. his next line was fitting. "that's it, baby. take fat cock like good boy." his voice was raspy, accent beefed up for the character he was playing. his own was faint, lingering from a childhood of learning both russian & english from his immigrant parents. it was there enough for him to get the job, apparently. he didn't mind it. he had the grace to be grateful for the opportunity. the fact that he was acting was far from his mind, though. all he could think about was how it actually felt to have his dick buried in that tight hole. and god was it tight. each time was like it had never felt the burn of being stretched around his shaft. dmitri shifted slightly, so that he could palm one asscheek, landing a slap on it first. "you need to be filled up, huh?" he murmured into owen's ear, too soft for the mics to pick up. the dangling cross around his neck flickered in the light as their hips met more firmly. he pressed his flushed face into the other's neck briefly, feeling just how hot owen's own skin was. there was no one on his left. if he was careful, he could make it work. "da? you going to come for me?" dmitri recited as he drew his head back again, bringing his left hand around to press two fingers into owen's mouth. on camera, it was a dirty way for his character to dominate the other male's. in reality, however, it was his opportunity to get his fingers slicked up. he groaned as he gained better access to grind his concealed cock between owen's cheeks, other hand curling tighter around his hip. it was maddening to be so close to that fucking hole without being able to rut into it. his breath was coming harder & faster with his frustration, beginning to soak a wet spot in the garment's fabric.
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