[The fact that he adds a faint squeeze to the next stroke of his hand suggests that it's not Haurchefant's silver fuller he's referring to, or at the very least not what he's making a somewhat saucy innuendo about.]
For me. All over me, make a mess of me, and look upon your handiwork.
[He pants, shudders, and gives one last slick stroke of him, feeling his own climax rushing up too fast to even hope to combat this time.]
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[The fact that he adds a faint squeeze to the next stroke of his hand suggests that it's not Haurchefant's silver fuller he's referring to, or at the very least not what he's making a somewhat saucy innuendo about.]
For me. All over me, make a mess of me, and look upon your handiwork.
[He pants, shudders, and gives one last slick stroke of him, feeling his own climax rushing up too fast to even hope to combat this time.]
Now, dearest —