[ there's little for tighnari to do to combat the onslaught of pleasure. he whines, twists, and drops one hand to tangle it into cyno's hair, squeezing, pressing his mouth harder against his pussy. ]
Mm.. that's my.. my good boy..
[ he says breathlessly, his free hand grasping at the pillow beside his head, his sleeping shirt riding high over his belly. ]
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Mm.. that's my.. my good boy..
[ he says breathlessly, his free hand grasping at the pillow beside his head, his sleeping shirt riding high over his belly. ]
Fuck me..