Before her, Mike knelt on the ground before Eric in a position of supplication, arms wrapped around Eric’s thighs to keep him close. Eric’s dick disappeared between Mike’s lips, curving into him, and each thrust of Eric’s hips worked it in a little farther at a time. Eric held Mike’s head in both hands as he humped into his lover, and he moaned with his eyes shut, a series of little breathless affirmations Jenny found endearing. “Yes,” and “please,” and “God,” and “Mike” all said with the same cadence, the same weight, as if they meant the same thing in Eric’s mind.