"I was not born for this," Atticus growled through the pleasure. "It's just the—ahh—whatever they did to me is all." He couldn't hold back a moan from leaving his mouth as he spoke. He honestly wasn't so sure if the experimentation did anything to him, but he would never admit that it felt good.
The third finger added gave him a bit of pain, especially when the three fingers began to really stretch and open his hole, and after a while he couldn't go anymore.
"Just, okay, it's good I think," Atticus panted, allowing Brian to continue doing whatever he planned on doing.
The third finger added gave him a bit of pain, especially when the three fingers began to really stretch and open his hole, and after a while he couldn't go anymore.
"Just, okay, it's good I think," Atticus panted, allowing Brian to continue doing whatever he planned on doing.