[ He can feel the weight of your gaze on him, but he doesn't look up, just keeps at what he's doing alternating between breathing gentle warm air over your cock and down and back up again, his skin far removed from yours, his grip not faltering once on that cord.
And then he's leaning in close and letting his tongue lick one long, lazy line along the inside of one thigh, which he punctuates with the clamp of teeth over your flesh, his cheek brushing against your crotch. ]
Close your eyes. [ He murmurs that almost absently, before he goes back to worrying his teeth over your skin. ] Don't open them unless I tell you to.
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And then he's leaning in close and letting his tongue lick one long, lazy line along the inside of one thigh, which he punctuates with the clamp of teeth over your flesh, his cheek brushing against your crotch. ]
Close your eyes. [ He murmurs that almost absently, before he goes back to worrying his teeth over your skin. ] Don't open them unless I tell you to.