Rider wanted to snarl at Rex and tell him her didn't know what he was talking about, but it felt... it didn't feel bad. He let out a sob that was half confusion, half pleasure and pressed his face into the pillow below him. There was a tongue inside him, rubbing him, and he didn't hate it. Despite his protests, his cock was still achingly hard.
Rider squeezed his eyes shut, pressing back against Rex just a little, legs spreading open for him on the bed.
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