/soy/ - Soyjaks

Salt's eyes blow wide open at Quote's words, a manic grin spreading across his face despite the sweat pouring down his forehead. "Right!? Fuck, it's fucking electric!" he shouts over the wet sounds of the quicksand swallowing their bodies.

"The danger, the sand, the way you're grinding against me…" He's panting heavily now, his hips moving in desperate, uncontrolled thrusts against Quote's. "It's making me feel so fucking sick and good at the same time. I feel like I'm gonna cum right here in the middle of this shithole!"

The quicksand reaches their chests now, the pressure mounting, but Salt seems completely oblivious to the danger, focused entirely on the friction between Quote's stiff cock and his. "Harder, Quote! Rub it harder until we both explode!"