#38183 - His voice hitches for a second, and he leans forward to turn on the radio, some new indie song playing through the car's speakers. As Chris talks about work, and speeds down the corridor, I reach over and unzip his fly, sliding my hand in to stroke his member. His hand rests on the back of my head, not pushing, but not going away.
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