[Iggy is indeed bare beneath that pretty dress. He grins as Logan's fingers slip between his ass cheeks, then has to lean down to steal a kiss. His lips part, inviting Logan's tongue into his mouth.
One hand stays at Logan's chest - he scratches the skin with the silver jewelry at the ends of his fingers. The other slips lower to help free his cock. He gets his hand around it and strokes, not quite hard enough to pull the foreskin fully back.
He nips at Logan's lower lip when he pulls his mouth away.]
Logan. I need you to fuck me however you want. Mess me up.
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One hand stays at Logan's chest - he scratches the skin with the silver jewelry at the ends of his fingers. The other slips lower to help free his cock. He gets his hand around it and strokes, not quite hard enough to pull the foreskin fully back.
He nips at Logan's lower lip when he pulls his mouth away.]
Logan. I need you to fuck me however you want. Mess me up.