Marcus
Letting his arms fall to the ground behind him, Marcus rolled back onto his rear. "Well, if I hadn't bitten you, I wouldn't have been able to finish you and I have my pride," he retorted as she began her trail down his torso.
Besides, I couldn't let him stay conscious after seeing you like that. Well, not without my permission. he thought, staring somewhat absentmindedly at the top of her head as she made her way to his lower abs. Naturally he refused to say this out loud.
Just as she got to the tip of his shaft, he began heating up in anticipation, reflected in his throbbing cock. The moment she grasped him in her hands, his entire body began to tense. The minute her mouth wrapped around his head, his entire body dispelled in a single exhale. Seeing the enthusiasm behind her technique, he gently gripped her hair in his hands and tugged upward, prompting her to move a bit faster.
Joe
Joe couldn't help but squint at the sapphire eyed beauty before him. Talent? They forced her to abandon her sister because she had talent?
He reached across the table and gasped her palms in his hands, rubbing the center with his thumb. Then, he looked deep into her eyes, flashed her a concerned frown and said, "No, of course not. I can't hate you for that. I mean, how could I? It wasn't your fault."
He leaned in father, as if he forgot there was a table in between them. "Its ok if you don't want to talk about it, but you really should," he said, squeezing her hands. Then, he stared at the table, as though he just remembered it was there. "I mean... if your comfortable talking about it with me."