Arthur should be more careful what he wishes for, because he's about to get it all right now.
Teeth, tongue, hands... Crichton's got no defense for this. And, apparently, no resistance either. [Thanks nat 1]
"Oh, s-shit!" he gasps, realizing just how close that last pump got him to climax. Before he can string together enough words to constitute a warning, he's shooting off like a Fourth of July fireworks display that's been delayed three years for drought conditions--making up for the lost time with a big bang.
Oh, it's a magnificent display. His back arches up until his ass is threatening to lift off the bed, while his hands scrabble wildly for something to hold onto, catching on Arthur's back and holding tight. A howling moan erupts from his throat, loud enough that the neighbors will have no doubt what's up. As for poor Arthur... sure hope he likes the taste of salt because he's getting a big helping of it.
can't believe the dice did me like this
Teeth, tongue, hands... Crichton's got no defense for this. And, apparently, no resistance either. [Thanks nat 1]
"Oh, s-shit!" he gasps, realizing just how close that last pump got him to climax. Before he can string together enough words to constitute a warning, he's shooting off like a Fourth of July fireworks display that's been delayed three years for drought conditions--making up for the lost time with a big bang.
Oh, it's a magnificent display. His back arches up until his ass is threatening to lift off the bed, while his hands scrabble wildly for something to hold onto, catching on Arthur's back and holding tight. A howling moan erupts from his throat, loud enough that the neighbors will have no doubt what's up. As for poor Arthur... sure hope he likes the taste of salt because he's getting a big helping of it.