[He gazes up at the other with an unfocused gaze. Wriothesley looked like he was in bliss.
The picture he must be painting with a flush that travels down his neck and a lusty gaze, hand wrapped around his own cock as he got off to sucking Sylvain’s cock.
He merely replies with a pleased moan, bobbing his head as though to indicate the other not to stop.]
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The picture he must be painting with a flush that travels down his neck and a lusty gaze, hand wrapped around his own cock as he got off to sucking Sylvain’s cock.
He merely replies with a pleased moan, bobbing his head as though to indicate the other not to stop.]