Oliver winked up at K as he saw a smirk on the older mans face. He let his hands rest on the slim hip beneath him as Oliver kissed his way upwards once more. He knew that Kirley's jeans were virtually painted on and with his weight on them, no matter how little that might be, there would be no getting them off easily.
Leaning fowards, careful not to put too much of his weight onto Kirley, Oliver flattened his tongue and ran it straight over one of Kirley's nipples. Then using the tip of his tongue he circled around it.
While his mouth was busy, Oliver was wiggling K's jeans down, something he had had quite a bit of practice at. He knew that once they got to mid thigh that they came off pretty easily, it was just getting them that far.
Once they had gotten so far, Oliver switched to using one hand to get the jeans down, his other circling Kirley's cock, fingers teasing the hardened member.
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