The brunette, his voice a low rumble, commands, "After I got myself under control, I slowly...," as he unbuttons his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. His cock springs free, hard and ready. The ginger licks his lips, eyes locked onto the throbbing length. The brunette, relishing his power, strokes his cock slowly, torturously. The ginger squirms, his own cock straining against his briefs, desperate for release. But the brunette isn't done teasing. He leans down, his hot breath on the ginger's ear, whispering, "Not yet, my little slut. We're just getting started."