[He makes no move to keep Hector from turning, considering the tight jiggle of thighs and ass with a more muted interest. Half of him is coolly grateful for Hector keeping things focused, in perspective, while the other half wrestles with the impulse to step back and leave him aching and unfulfilled. The pettiness to see that end through is there, of course - but Isaac's strength of will is not. He needs this, and more, he suspects, bitterly now, than Hector does. Not that it tempers his tone or his tongue.]
If that is what comes naturally to you. [He drawls while waiting for Hector to settle, strumming the studs along his shaft and wringing out a few more drops of precome with a rougher, meaner hand than Hector's ever was.]
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If that is what comes naturally to you. [He drawls while waiting for Hector to settle, strumming the studs along his shaft and wringing out a few more drops of precome with a rougher, meaner hand than Hector's ever was.]