[ Sylvain meets Basch's gaze over the line of Olivine's body, his lips still curved into a smirk. ]
Would you now? Well, then, I'd hate to disappoint. Either of you, in fact.
[ Pushing up on his knees, he pulls his still-hard cock back out of his swim trunks as he leans over the pair of them. Pressing Olivine down against Basch as he lets his own cock slide against the priest's very slick entrance.
Shifts, until he can start pressing inside of him with deliberate slowness. ]
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Date: 2024-07-30 01:03 am (UTC)Would you now? Well, then, I'd hate to disappoint. Either of you, in fact.
[ Pushing up on his knees, he pulls his still-hard cock back out of his swim trunks as he leans over the pair of them. Pressing Olivine down against Basch as he lets his own cock slide against the priest's very slick entrance.
Shifts, until he can start pressing inside of him with deliberate slowness. ]
Still think I'm mean, Oli?