[ He groans again, watching as Basch kisses Olivine deeply, feels Olivine’s visceral reaction to that, to the deeper, rougher thrusts Sylvain gives him as he chases both their pleasure.
His breathing ragged in the priest’s ear, his teeth tug at the soft curve of his lobe as his pace turns more determined, aiming at pushing Olivine over the edge now, overwhelming his senses with pleasure. Because he can feel himself growing closer, too. ]
Come for me, Olivine. [ His voice is a low, husky rasp in the man’s ear as his pace speeds, stutters, and then slams deep as his cock pulses hotly and then spills into Olivine after several more sharp, pointed thrusts, unable to hold it back anymore. ]
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Date: 2024-08-03 03:27 am (UTC)His breathing ragged in the priest’s ear, his teeth tug at the soft curve of his lobe as his pace turns more determined, aiming at pushing Olivine over the edge now, overwhelming his senses with pleasure. Because he can feel himself growing closer, too. ]
Come for me, Olivine. [ His voice is a low, husky rasp in the man’s ear as his pace speeds, stutters, and then slams deep as his cock pulses hotly and then spills into Olivine after several more sharp, pointed thrusts, unable to hold it back anymore. ]