Black thong? Really? What was the prize? Dinner with Shelley?

[ And Peter just turns his head to watch those fingers moved across his sides. It seems the other was'nt all that shy about being in public, he shouldn't really be so surprised. Not like Roman cared about his reputation. A smirk slid onto his face as he leaned closer to the other boy, his eyes dropping to those plump lips. He could almost see them begging around his cock.]

Oh I don't know. Could be hot to see you passed around like a dirty slut..cum all over your face from an entire team. Used again and again.

[ His words were light and soft but almost a whisper, as if it was a secret. He leaned back after a moment.]

Besides, in that skirt. You can make anyone a pervert.