[ He's absolutely fantastic at passing for human. (lie) ]
Good to know, [ he mutters between the indulgence of licking the water from each ridge and wrinkle, his mouth wrapping warm and wet around the rounded tip. Inexperience makes a clumsy giver of him yet, but the wet, eager slurp that accompanies the slick slide of his tongue as he traces into the folds of loose skin is nothing short of obscene.
What is shame to one lacking it and one unaware? Pinocchio's grip on his sturdy body is strong (if a little twitchy) and he shoots a glance up through the veil of his lashes and dripping hair before he sinks towards his root, encouraged by his sighs. Intoxicated by recent bliss, he's a little desperate to please in turn — his manufactured nature is more to blame than inexperience when the bob of his head could keep time like a metronome, a stark contrast with the very natural (and messy) way he drools over his cock, the smack of his lips when he pulls off him, spit glistening in a few thin strands in his wake. ]
I like how you feel in my mouth, [ is a heartfelt observation he makes, just before he dives back in. His eyelids shutter, a sound humming from him in a gratified sigh. Oh, but he really does love the way he fits, the heat and taste of him. ] Mmh.
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Good to know, [ he mutters between the indulgence of licking the water from each ridge and wrinkle, his mouth wrapping warm and wet around the rounded tip. Inexperience makes a clumsy giver of him yet, but the wet, eager slurp that accompanies the slick slide of his tongue as he traces into the folds of loose skin is nothing short of obscene.
What is shame to one lacking it and one unaware? Pinocchio's grip on his sturdy body is strong (if a little twitchy) and he shoots a glance up through the veil of his lashes and dripping hair before he sinks towards his root, encouraged by his sighs. Intoxicated by recent bliss, he's a little desperate to please in turn — his manufactured nature is more to blame than inexperience when the bob of his head could keep time like a metronome, a stark contrast with the very natural (and messy) way he drools over his cock, the smack of his lips when he pulls off him, spit glistening in a few thin strands in his wake. ]
I like how you feel in my mouth, [ is a heartfelt observation he makes, just before he dives back in. His eyelids shutter, a sound humming from him in a gratified sigh. Oh, but he really does love the way he fits, the heat and taste of him. ] Mmh.