( Feeling someone’s tongue being so malleable against the controls of his fingers feels better than imagined. From the looks and feeling of it, Sunday can press on deeper towards the back without drawing out much of a gag.
But wouldn’t it be pretty if he did choke on something else?
His throat tightens with a knot thinking about it, and he languidly allowing that blissful suction to savor in his fingers. The pressure leaves his wings out and spiked with surprise- he’s beautiful from this angle, a true worshipers of sorts who aims to please.
Sunday’s legs twitch, feeling hotter between them as that hand slides higher towards a mound stiffening past the fabric. Sunday swears he feels the room tilt on its axis, heady.
So he guides Olivine’s hand further, it hurts passing over his cock but it’s a better usage of their time if he unbuckles him, no? )
Two bottoms of different flavors
But wouldn’t it be pretty if he did choke on something else?
His throat tightens with a knot thinking about it, and he languidly allowing that blissful suction to savor in his fingers. The pressure leaves his wings out and spiked with surprise- he’s beautiful from this angle, a true worshipers of sorts who aims to please.
Sunday’s legs twitch, feeling hotter between them as that hand slides higher towards a mound stiffening past the fabric. Sunday swears he feels the room tilt on its axis, heady.
So he guides Olivine’s hand further, it hurts passing over his cock but it’s a better usage of their time if he unbuckles him, no? )
I’m certain you don’t need me to give you orders.
Do you?
( That in itself is one, honestly. )