You don't want me to be easy, right? [A breathless laughter. It's not like Wriothesley is one to talk. He prides himself in his stamina to keep going, but he can feel that wonderful heat coil in the pit of his stomach with every passing second.
He ignores his own pleasure though to appreciate the man he was seated upon. The sting of nails in his skin as he soaks in the sounds and sigh of the other as they ride through their orgasm. How wonderful. He doesn't care about the other's seed that splatters onto their exposed stomachs nor how it flows over his hand as he strokes the other until every drop of their spend is wrung out of their cock.
And instead of continue to stroke himself, he can't help but raise that hand to his lips. He makes it a point to be extra noisy as he licks and swallow Nimah's seed. The wet pop as he licks each finger clean and the smack of lips. Shameless.] Mm, thanks for the meal. [What a little shit.]
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He ignores his own pleasure though to appreciate the man he was seated upon. The sting of nails in his skin as he soaks in the sounds and sigh of the other as they ride through their orgasm. How wonderful. He doesn't care about the other's seed that splatters onto their exposed stomachs nor how it flows over his hand as he strokes the other until every drop of their spend is wrung out of their cock.
And instead of continue to stroke himself, he can't help but raise that hand to his lips. He makes it a point to be extra noisy as he licks and swallow Nimah's seed. The wet pop as he licks each finger clean and the smack of lips. Shameless.] Mm, thanks for the meal. [What a little shit.]