[The way the man's cock bobs so heavily against his abdomen makes a sudden wave of excitement shoot down his spine like a lightning bolt - Vergilius swallows, his Adam's apple shifting back up and down with definite movement.]
[He nods. Of course. Of course he can feel it.]
Then...let's get on with it. [A peck to the lips, as sweet as anything, as his hands covetously slide down the man's sides.] Daan.
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[He nods. Of course. Of course he can feel it.]
Then...let's get on with it. [A peck to the lips, as sweet as anything, as his hands covetously slide down the man's sides.] Daan.