[He bites down on the back of his hand to try and stifle the embarrassing keen that escapes the back of his throat. If he bleeds a little, it's fine. He widens his stance as though there's reason for him to give her room. It's probably an action of some kind he can do without straight up rocking his hips into Clorinde's mouth.
He didn't think her to be inexperienced, but she's also much better than he thought. Maybe it really has been a long time since he has been with another person. Wriothesley can feel something coil in the pit of his stomach everytime that sinful tongue swirls the head of his cock. Maddening.]
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He didn't think her to be inexperienced, but she's also much better than he thought. Maybe it really has been a long time since he has been with another person. Wriothesley can feel something coil in the pit of his stomach everytime that sinful tongue swirls the head of his cock. Maddening.]