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" If Andrew concentrated he could remember the taste on his tongue, the heat in his groin, he moaned as he licked Neil.
Neil turned around, he wasn't smiling, but his eyes seemed to laugh at Andrew, he knew, of course, that the blond couldn't be thinking about anything else.
"Enjoying it?"
"There's not much to look at."
Or Andrew takes advantage of the thirty minutes they have alone before the foxes arrive to give himself to Neil continuously.