[ Have a gentle and loving squeeze now, as he traces the vein along the underside of your cock with his thumb. His tongue is lapping quietly over that bruise and he's studying it for a moment, so much so that the way he's palming you in his hand seems like such an absent gesture.
The way you've been trembling beneath him, and the way your knees have been locking on either side of him has given him an idea.
A quick kiss now, before he moves away. ] Hold that thought for me, won't you?
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The way you've been trembling beneath him, and the way your knees have been locking on either side of him has given him an idea.
A quick kiss now, before he moves away. ] Hold that thought for me, won't you?
[ Now where'd those ties go... ]