Aug 30, 2018
for @lesinsxtiables; continued from here.
Sure, the American spoke words, but Dima didn't necessarily listen to any of them. He'd pulled him to the backroom without a word and examined him roughly, under the guise of finding him suspicious. No body part was spared; in fact, when he got to the waist, he unzipped the jeans, his eyes holding contact with David’s as his hand closed around a half-hard cock. “No drugs,” he agreed cheerfully, as he gave it an experimental stroke. “Good.”