( The suit’s rage is beginning to dampen after the sweet release, yet Sunday still feels an aching throb pulsing through him. Being on his knees is an excuse to rest himself as well after every muscle feels weak and spent.
More importantly, it’s the perfect position to return the favor. It would be unsavory to leave Olivine hard in his pants like this. The sight of Olivine reaching for the sheets and presenting himself like a painting across high ceilings and vast echoes. Sunday can see past the obscenity of his cock peeking through the dampened lace, wrapping his flesh like a premium type of product. He’d make the Penacony VIPs have a run for their money with looks like this.
He glances up at him, bright across his cheeks and tests his tongue over his glistening tip. It’s warm, and the taste is unique— not what he would expect of licking someone’s penis like some lollipop. He tries to manifest the skill he observed Olivine perform on him, but it’s not the same.
His thoughts flow everywhere, savoring the precum and musk while still feeling too shy to fully open wide around him. He grabs the rest of him through the panties lace, barely stroking him down like he’s procrastinating the inevitable. Can you blame him for fearing for his jaw?
He tightens his lips around the very tip, swiping the blade of his tongue against his hole and down his slit, muffling a sound and psudo-bobbing. He looks up at him, breathing hot so air skirts over that raw cockhead. It feels odd, despite just cumming he can’t helps his senses begin to flush with heat again. And the more he gets to taste him, the faster his heart beats. )
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More importantly, it’s the perfect position to return the favor. It would be unsavory to leave Olivine hard in his pants like this. The sight of Olivine reaching for the sheets and presenting himself like a painting across high ceilings and vast echoes. Sunday can see past the obscenity of his cock peeking through the dampened lace, wrapping his flesh like a premium type of product. He’d make the Penacony VIPs have a run for their money with looks like this.
He glances up at him, bright across his cheeks and tests his tongue over his glistening tip. It’s warm, and the taste is unique— not what he would expect of licking someone’s penis like some lollipop. He tries to manifest the skill he observed Olivine perform on him, but it’s not the same.
His thoughts flow everywhere, savoring the precum and musk while still feeling too shy to fully open wide around him. He grabs the rest of him through the panties lace, barely stroking him down like he’s procrastinating the inevitable. Can you blame him for fearing for his jaw?
He tightens his lips around the very tip, swiping the blade of his tongue against his hole and down his slit, muffling a sound and psudo-bobbing. He looks up at him, breathing hot so air skirts over that raw cockhead. It feels odd, despite just cumming he can’t helps his senses begin to flush with heat again. And the more he gets to taste him, the faster his heart beats. )