[ The flow of words - of praise - is so entirely unexpected that for a moment, Sylvain actually chokes on the next press of the man's cock in his throat - even though it's more over the muffled gasp that gets lost half way. Dazed, he blinks up at his Professor, not having expected any of that.
And now that it's out there, floating between them, has no idea what to do with it now. ]
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And now that it's out there, floating between them, has no idea what to do with it now. ]