[Warning: Mature Content]
Asher laid flat on his stomach, his arms reaching to his back as he then raised his ass and spreaded his buttcheeks apart when the coldness hugged the sensitive place.
He then inserted a finger in, despite his arm being in pain since it was not long enough to reach the back comfortably.
Still, he continued.
The duke's shirt layed on the bed, Asher's face on it as he inhaled that scent every time he gasped and breathed…
He thrusted in a finger, then two, then three, fastening up which resulted in him beginning to drown in the absolute pleasure he never thought he could achieve by himself. But, as the pleasure reached its highest peak, he felt weak in the knees and knew they would not hold up his body for so long.
When his knees finally gave up, he just laid flat on the bed, yet his fingers thrusting in and out while he moved his hips and flinched when he felt it was going to end soon.
