It was hot, it was really hot, he was turned on and yet, he looked down and the tension took him out of the moment cause his dick was half-hard at best. It used to be glorious, could fuck anything and always stood to attention. Stupid heart, what did it do to his baby? His darling. His Christine Baranski.

He tried not to look, tilting his head back. "I always bring fuck me energy to court, you little twerp. Why do you think you wanna fuck me now? It's magnetism. You're drawn to me."

Fuck, two fingers was a lot. Probably the most he'd had in his ass so far. Girls had played a little with it and he'd put drugs up there but usually one finger. Two was a lot. Two was -- difficult. He couldn't help but squirm, despite his best attempt. "Jesus fuck!"