no matter how hard he tries to control his traitor dick, he will have a.. reaction when grian sits on his lap without fail. these images of grian in that same position countless times before, riding him so perfectly.. grian feels the moment scars cock stirs, snugly trapped beneath his heavy round ass as it it fills to be fully hard and fat, scars thighs trembling as the thick, hard bulge under grian obeys its natural erect shape, writing and curving as it kicks with every pump of blood, the desperate throb so noticeable as the whole enormous thing swells.. scar is red down to his chest, breathing heavy and throat scratching a half-whimper and grian is pretending not to notice even as the fabric of scars pants is becoming tighter, every interwoven thread bearing down on the engorged flesh of scars now alarmingly large and swollen cock, acting as a cage to sheild the feeling of every thick, hard vein grian is intimately familiar with. The twitching tent grian is sitting on is a desperate and futile attempt by both scar and the laws of nature to protect his straining erection and the neutral party of fabric from sustaining damage, although both are quickly becoming visibly endangered to exploding at the seams. Scar knows grian is just fucking with him, but will not ever dare to move until he is told, if he even is.. because sometimes even the insatiable avian can resist and he’ll be left with the whole heaving weapon that is his crimson, wobbling cock rubbing against his boxers, neglected as it curves to press directly on the outline of grians large, soft labia. the head of it blushed an angry, glistening pink as it practically pours thick precum, heaving with the effort to flood his pants with the clear slick in a desperate call to be soothed, soft spongy tip pressed pulsing against grians equally erect, soaked t-dick, so close yet so so far out of reach,
