I glance back. “Why?”
Walker laughs. “We think he’s been pissing on it, bro. Finn’s nasty like that.”
“I’m not affirming or denying anything,” Finn says, holding his hands up. “But if I were, it’d be because the doll loves it. And I’m just a generous guy.”
“You’re a fucking degenerate,” Miles mutters. “That’s what you are.”
“I’m just saying, if the doll didn’t want to be pissed on, it’d safeword. It hasn’t safeworded.”
“I’m not judging,” I say. “If anything, that’s kind of hot.”
“Thank you!” Finn says, pointing at me. “See? Reid gets it.”
“Degenerates,” Miles mutters again.
“Walker’s worse and no one says shit,” Finn complains. He turns to me. “He rubs his ass on the doll’s face. Like, full-on sits on its mouth and grinds. Just uses its face like a seat.”
“It’s a good seat,” Walker says, unbothered.
“You’re fucking nasty, man.”
“Says the guy who’s definitely been pissing on it.”
“I’m not affirming or—”
“Okay, we’re doing this or what?” Grant interrupts. “Reid’s ready. Look at him. He’s about to fucking explode.”
He’s right. My dick feels like a diamond at this point.
I look back at Kit’s ass and press one finger in.
It’s soft and slick inside. My full attention has just relocated to the quality of this.
“Walker prepped it,” Finn says.
“Briefly,” Walker clarifies. “Just a courtesy prep so you didn’t have to work too hard.”
I take my finger out and shove two inside.
“Hm.” I add a third finger, registering how effortlessly he accommodates the girth.
“What is it?” Grant asks.
“Nothing. I just like doing it myself.” I work the three fingers slowly, curling them inside to feel the soft heat of his inner walls. “Opening a hole up properly.”
“Sorry, bro. Didn’t know you were a DIY guy.”
“It’s fine.”
I add a fourth finger, feeling the stretch and watching the way the tissue pales around my knuckles. The way his hole takes it so easily means it’s a well-used, well-maintained, and genuinely excellent hole. I’m not embarrassed to be impressed by it.
“This is good quality ass.”
The guys lose it.
“Good quality,” Finn repeats, wheezing. “Bro’s rating it.”
“Three out of five stars,” Walker says, amused. “Good grip, easy access—”
