Oh my god, dude. Your mouth.

[He shivers, hard, at the slow pace of Rye's fingers on the zipper - makes a soft sound, as Rye grinds into him, pressing him harder against the wall]

[The grip of his legs grows tighter in response, urging Rye in closer, and his hips continue to work in their needy, ceaseless rhythm]

I ain't - I ain't gonna say no to another video. The one you sent last time's, uh. Let's just say I seen it a couple times, already.