I need you to be inside me now. XXNX This was Hawthorn ordering him to admire. Lowland couldn’t speak. He swirled the calloused pads of his fingers over the sensitive nipples, causing them to harden and his son to gasp in pleasure. Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss as their bodies shuddered and released in spasms of ecstasy. With his hand in Hawthorn’s hair, Lowland pulled his son down for a kiss. Even with the bindings removed, Hawthorn’s were not the breasts of a woman; round, soft, ready to tend to an infant’s needs or a man’s pleasure. To worship the body he helped sculpt into being with flesh and blood and years of labor and care. The young man’s tongue ran along the skin, making Lowland shudder before he felt Hawthorn kiss from his ass to his shoulder.
