He could smell the scent. What? Xxx With the right mental tricks, Brynn could say he wasn’t licking Gilbert’s cock but rather that Gilbert was guiding his tongue; a small but comforting distinction. He felt even more like a cocksucker but because Gilbert was moaning his approval, he accepted it. Wet. It felt like a giant finger except it had softness as well as hardness, but mostly hardness. There is no in-between. Like pussy. He was too dazed to make that determination and too uncertain if what he had done would help to bind Gilbert to him. “Let … Let it happen, Brynn,” the man finally said. With people … He drew in his breath and looked for bravado. It felt, in a way, demeaning.
