[ Gods that sight has him struggling to breathe, let alone the feel of his tongue and his moan. Still, Basch goes slow, pulling back out only to sink a little further, until he's all the way down Sylvain's throat.
He's been here before, but it's different being the one driving the depth. He struggles to keep his hips from twitching, body wanting to chase this fantasy. ]
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He's been here before, but it's different being the one driving the depth. He struggles to keep his hips from twitching, body wanting to chase this fantasy. ]
Pat my leg and I'll stop, no questions asked.