"Are we ever going to get tired of this?" Andrew asked, his dick buried deeply in Maxwell's ass, his knot pulsing, his cum filling the smaller man. Maxwell was on his side, panting, bites and marks all over his pale skin, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead.
It was only a few days after the emergency interruption, but Andrew and Maxwell were making up for the lost half a day of work. Maxwell had practically sucked the soul out of Andrew after he had seen Andrew in the tight, black, lacy underwear. He had then forced Andrew down and told him that he was feeling a little wild and wanted to have his way with Andrew.
Andrew was not foolish enough to say no. The moment was made even hotter by the fact that Maxwell used his own cum, the proof that he was turned on by Andrew as lubricant to fuck Andrew with.
Andrew was in pure, matrimonial bliss.
