Liam moved his hands down farther to cup and knead his fingers against Reagan's ass. As he got closer to the end, he felt rougher. The faintest of growls escaped him and he made sure that each thrust was putting pressure around Reagan's erection, sandwiched between their bodies.
His name never sounded better than when it was coming from Reagan's lips.
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