[The noises make him shudder against the cephalon and he pays no heed to how the fingers hold onto him so tightly. Instead he busies himself with shoving down the last piece of cloth that offends him so.
At the please though, he focuses his gaze downwards and wets his fingers with a flick or two of his tongue before winding around Ordis. His fingers holding the trembling hardness and giving it a stroke.]
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At the please though, he focuses his gaze downwards and wets his fingers with a flick or two of his tongue before winding around Ordis. His fingers holding the trembling hardness and giving it a stroke.]