[ It's not long before Pinocchio runs up against the logistical challenges of his unplanned and hasty decision. Oh, it's fine enough, he likes how the shape of Wrio's cock fills his mouth, the feeling of it, warm and twitching against his tongue and hollowed cheeks. But he can't easily bob his head without getting in his own way, and...
More importantly, he can't hear anything but the thump of his limbs against the tub, the muffling effect of water. All at once, the puppet is pushing his shoulders in under the bends of Wriothesley's knees, fitting his hands around his waist and pushing him up, up. ]
Blhie- [ That's an attempt at sorry around a mouthful of water, when Pinocchio's head emerges from the steaming bath, Wriothesley's cock draped against one freckled cheek and his knees over his shoulders. He means to seat him on the generous side of the tub, already mouthing up the side of his cock as his metal hand grasps at the lip of the tub, then around to press flat against the base of his back. ]
I wanted to hear you. [ A long lick, and a wet, sucking kiss to the underside, chased by an earnest: ] This okay? [ What's a little manhandling between friends? ]
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More importantly, he can't hear anything but the thump of his limbs against the tub, the muffling effect of water. All at once, the puppet is pushing his shoulders in under the bends of Wriothesley's knees, fitting his hands around his waist and pushing him up, up. ]
Blhie- [ That's an attempt at sorry around a mouthful of water, when Pinocchio's head emerges from the steaming bath, Wriothesley's cock draped against one freckled cheek and his knees over his shoulders. He means to seat him on the generous side of the tub, already mouthing up the side of his cock as his metal hand grasps at the lip of the tub, then around to press flat against the base of his back. ]
I wanted to hear you. [ A long lick, and a wet, sucking kiss to the underside, chased by an earnest: ] This okay? [ What's a little manhandling between friends? ]