Crazy Sunday
Philip felt a surge of heat. God Damn it, Frank, you asshole! You are too damn erotic!
"So police brutality after all," he muttered into the sleeping bag.
"What did you say?" Frank began to move his finger faster, loosening Philip's insides and flooding his soft tunnel with pleasure.
"Nothing! Damn! Nothing!" he replied through clenched teeth trying to hide how much he liked what Frank had just done to him. He only smiled deviously. He figured that when they switched places, he'd repay him in two ways. "Ouch!" The finger in his ass just went wild. He gritted his teeth in a mischievous smile. He'll repay him in threefold!
"Don't over react! I need to loosen you up somehow..."
"I'm already pretty loose, dammit! I'm not a virgin! Just hurry up and put it in me!" But somehow Frank was in no hurry. Apparently, playing with his finger was quite enough for him so far. But Philip began to get irritated. "Frank!"