( The blast of his orgasm pulses through his halo, too, blinding any other useless thought having to do with the situation. All that matters is the beauty below him swallowing every drop of cum, filthy in theory but fascinating in practice. Sunday has been missing out…
Even his knees feel like they could cave any second, seeing just how tightly he had been swallowed that even the flesh on his cock seems blemished, much more pinker than his usual paleness.
His cock twitches a little as he shamelessly lets it hang in front of Olivine. He’s just trying to gather his bearings again, and rewards him with brushing back his hair and caressing the side of his cheek. The room seems to react to their moment, tilting and fogging, but Sunday tries to keep himself steady here.
He awkwardly stuffs his limp cock back in his pants, shivering, though his gaze is hardening elsewhere. Down and between Olivine’s thighs. It’s not too late, is it? Or will the mechanism of the dream pull them away into reality? He feels less… crazy. )
Stay where you are.
( He orders, though airy, it’s a sharp command nonetheless. He can trust Olivine to be a good boy and do as he says. Sunday carefully lowers himself onto his knees, hands seeking out the button to undo the fabric in his way. )
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Even his knees feel like they could cave any second, seeing just how tightly he had been swallowed that even the flesh on his cock seems blemished, much more pinker than his usual paleness.
His cock twitches a little as he shamelessly lets it hang in front of Olivine. He’s just trying to gather his bearings again, and rewards him with brushing back his hair and caressing the side of his cheek. The room seems to react to their moment, tilting and fogging, but Sunday tries to keep himself steady here.
He awkwardly stuffs his limp cock back in his pants, shivering, though his gaze is hardening elsewhere. Down and between Olivine’s thighs. It’s not too late, is it? Or will the mechanism of the dream pull them away into reality? He feels less… crazy. )
Stay where you are.
( He orders, though airy, it’s a sharp command nonetheless. He can trust Olivine to be a good boy and do as he says. Sunday carefully lowers himself onto his knees, hands seeking out the button to undo the fabric in his way. )