( Whatever it is, Sunday can't get enough of that bulbous cockhead. He tilts his head to suck underneath his slit and alternates between wet little kisses and licks before opening wide to keep sucking it as far as he's able to without gagging. He exhales hotly through his nostrils, glancing up at him and nodding as he's given more directions or pointers. Olivine is also beautiful like this, making Sunday wonder just how many other sounds or expressions are hiding behind that gentle gaze.
So he squeezes harder, twisting his flesh between every languid stroke from the base to the rim of his lips. Clenching it as much as Olivine's is willing to allow, letting saliva seep between his fingers and from the sides of his mouth. It's much easier giving him the proper attention with his dominant hand, jerking him roughly as he muffles moans against the tip, abandoning his own erection so he can tend gently to his ballsack, begging for his release, hungry for anything else he can offer. Sunday glances up at him, cheeks hollowed out while he sucks and swallows saliva or any of his precum. The more he tastes him, the hungrier he becomes. Desperate, even, to the point he refuses to release him from his mouth until he gets what he wants. )
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So he squeezes harder, twisting his flesh between every languid stroke from the base to the rim of his lips. Clenching it as much as Olivine's is willing to allow, letting saliva seep between his fingers and from the sides of his mouth. It's much easier giving him the proper attention with his dominant hand, jerking him roughly as he muffles moans against the tip, abandoning his own erection so he can tend gently to his ballsack, begging for his release, hungry for anything else he can offer. Sunday glances up at him, cheeks hollowed out while he sucks and swallows saliva or any of his precum. The more he tastes him, the hungrier he becomes. Desperate, even, to the point he refuses to release him from his mouth until he gets what he wants. )