I guess what they say is true. There's no accounting for taste. Good thing for me.

[His voice has dropped deeper, the rasp more pronounced than usual. He lowers her onto his dick and moans as her warmth surrounds him.]

I love you. You feel so good. Uh, but you feeling awesome isn't why I love you. I'd love you even if your cunt were lined with barbed wire, you're just that amazing.

[Where Ferran is busy snogging and wanking off Riley, he has to keep himself from laughing at Deacon's idea of pillow talk.]