Chase started moaning like a bitch in heat, he ground his hips down into the pillow, seeking friction on what I imagined to be an aching cock. Indian sex I swore, Chase wriggled his hips back at me. I swore I could smell the little bastard as I walked through the front door. There hadn’t been much sleep last night, and it showed. It was the most I’d seen of him since he was a little boy. The kid jumped, and scrambled for his own towel, which I quickly realized was the only thing covering his own pelvis, but somehow in the rush the terrycloth slipped from his hands and fell behind him. We wrestled often, and he had yet to beat me, but the combination of surprise and the moisture collected on the tile floor led to me losing my footing.
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