[ Roman's breath hitched, fluttered eyelashes as hands pressed his legs apart, putting his body even more on display for Peter's eyes than just the way he was bent forward and braced against the metal of the bleachers. Fingers moving to grab Roman's achingly hard cock through the thin fabric of his panties. He moaned, his back arching as his hips pressed into Peter's rough fingers. ]
If you like it that much, maybe I'll wear a skirt again sometime. You pervert.
[ As if Roman wasn't, as if he wasn't bent over and begging Peter to fuck him while he was dressed like a cheerleader. As if that hadn't been the entire reason he'd played along with this at all (it was). ]
no subject
If you like it that much, maybe I'll wear a skirt again sometime. You pervert.
[ As if Roman wasn't, as if he wasn't bent over and begging Peter to fuck him while he was dressed like a cheerleader. As if that hadn't been the entire reason he'd played along with this at all (it was). ]