[Quentin shudders and maybe edges again, just a little one, and lets go of his dick as soon as he's sure it's okay, watching the way her hips buck against her own hand, aching for that to be his hand, his mouth, his cock. He keeps the camera on his denied cock until she indicates that he can move it, resisting the urge to keep touching.]
[It would be so fucking easy to just pull and pull until his back arched and he spilled across the ground.]
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[It would be so fucking easy to just pull and pull until his back arched and he spilled across the ground.]