Even in the middle of all of this animalistic sex, Basil could get shy. The direction brought a flush to his cheeks, making him splotchy. But he eagerly obliged the request, hand snaking down between them to make a fist around his cock.
He couldn't afford to be tentative at the moment, and his strokes were quick, filled with purpose as he squeezed himself. The feel of Emmy fucking him so thoroughly while at the same time watching him touch himself made Basil's whole body shiver with the anticipation of his impending climax. His hand moved faster and faster, short pulses of movement that matched Emmerson's thrusts. With his head thrown back, Basil came, orgasm throbbing, blood pounding in his ears. His come spilled up through his fingers and each stroke worked it down over the length of his cock.
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