What Edgar had done to his finger was a premonition. A warning of what Cass was going to get later. His balls were sore from the attention that Edgar had showered them with, his cock having cum at least three times from the attention.
Lucian's lips weren't helping. Nor were his teeth.
Cass' thighs were marked up. It was clear what had happened, and every time that Cass glanced down, a rush of embarrassment filled him.
Two men, glowing eyes, between his thighs. There was no way he wasn't going to cum.
Cass let out another whimper as Edgar ignored the pulsing, needing thing between his legs. Cass finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Eddie, stop teasing me." Cass got out, choking on the words. "Leave my balls alone." Cass begged and watched as both men shuddered.
Cass heard Edgar release his balls with a soft, sucking sound and shivered.
