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[ He shouldn't feel too badly, if only because Caliban had found himself in the same situation. Too distracted by the sights and indulgences of the city to find himself a decent contract.
There's an easy tug open of the front door at the knock and Caliban's just as barely dressed as he usually was. A open red shirt and tight black jeans. Looking more like a rockstar than what someone would think as a prince. There's a little flick of his eyes up and down the other before he's taking a step out of the doorway. ]
Come on in, handsome.
There's an easy tug open of the front door at the knock and Caliban's just as barely dressed as he usually was. A open red shirt and tight black jeans. Looking more like a rockstar than what someone would think as a prince. There's a little flick of his eyes up and down the other before he's taking a step out of the doorway. ]
Come on in, handsome.
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[ ATTACHED is a video file, sent without any accompanying message, simply titled 📎INTOTHEWOODS.MP4. Normally it'd only be posted on Reggie's site behind a paywall, but well... here it is now, for free. Reggie has not sent it himself, but rather it sent directly from his device as a result of the app hackings.
The video depicts Reggie outside in what does appear to be a wooded area (the woods behind Nick Scratch's church (aka Reggie's old home) to be precise), on his hands and knees in the dirt. He's wearing only a t-shirt and his submissive's collar around his neck, although the remnants of a pair of flimsy athletic shorts can be seen hanging around his knees as if they'd been torn off him. His partner isn't quite in frame, visible in how he's roughly holding Reggie down as he fucks him into the dirt, but that anonymity is somewhat counterbalanced by the filthy things he's saying to Reggie, calling Reggie, as he fucks him under moonlight.
It may be a full moon or it may not be, it's hard to tell -- the moon seems quite bright, but that could also just be the lighting enhancing it for filming -- but then the camera raises and tilts slightly, getting a better angle from slightly above of the man's cock in its entirety, knot and all (because yes, this is a werewolf), sinking relentlessly into Reggie over and over. Reggie sounds particularly loud in the quiet, dark woods, gasping for more, not ever calling the other man by name in the video but still begging and pledging his allegiance and his body to him, to his Alpha as he whimpers and cries out desperately.
They continue for multiple rounds in multiple positions, possibly for hours (both of them certainly with the stamina to last for hours), whether or not the feed records for that long-- that part will probably depend on what sort of tips they got at the time as incentives to keep filming, but the longer it plays on the more it almost seems like Reggie's forgotten they're recording, too overwhelmed with pleasure and perhaps toeing the line into subspace as well, still wailing for it after countless climaxes.
The man finally pulls out, leaving Reggie sprawled out and panting there on the ground, face bright red with heat. The camera is picked up -- clearly not by Reggie though, who's still lying on his back with his legs splayed open bonelessly -- and turned toward Reggie again, getting a last, lingering shot of him before the recording ends.]
The video depicts Reggie outside in what does appear to be a wooded area (the woods behind Nick Scratch's church (aka Reggie's old home) to be precise), on his hands and knees in the dirt. He's wearing only a t-shirt and his submissive's collar around his neck, although the remnants of a pair of flimsy athletic shorts can be seen hanging around his knees as if they'd been torn off him. His partner isn't quite in frame, visible in how he's roughly holding Reggie down as he fucks him into the dirt, but that anonymity is somewhat counterbalanced by the filthy things he's saying to Reggie, calling Reggie, as he fucks him under moonlight.
It may be a full moon or it may not be, it's hard to tell -- the moon seems quite bright, but that could also just be the lighting enhancing it for filming -- but then the camera raises and tilts slightly, getting a better angle from slightly above of the man's cock in its entirety, knot and all (because yes, this is a werewolf), sinking relentlessly into Reggie over and over. Reggie sounds particularly loud in the quiet, dark woods, gasping for more, not ever calling the other man by name in the video but still begging and pledging his allegiance and his body to him, to his Alpha as he whimpers and cries out desperately.
They continue for multiple rounds in multiple positions, possibly for hours (both of them certainly with the stamina to last for hours), whether or not the feed records for that long-- that part will probably depend on what sort of tips they got at the time as incentives to keep filming, but the longer it plays on the more it almost seems like Reggie's forgotten they're recording, too overwhelmed with pleasure and perhaps toeing the line into subspace as well, still wailing for it after countless climaxes.
The man finally pulls out, leaving Reggie sprawled out and panting there on the ground, face bright red with heat. The camera is picked up -- clearly not by Reggie though, who's still lying on his back with his legs splayed open bonelessly -- and turned toward Reggie again, getting a last, lingering shot of him before the recording ends.]
[ It's not exactly the video he was expecting to get from Reggie- not that he was complaining exactly as he throws it up onto his bigger TV in his room to watch the whole show as it unfolds. It's exactly the sort of filthy that Caliban adores- though the shock of it being a werewolf wasn't lost on Caliban either, the pretty human had done a quite a number of shocking things that he had to give him credit for. There was a spike of jealous at the others oh so sweet begging and pledging his alliance and body over to him. Though more before he wished to hear such sweet things fall from Reggies mouth for him than any real desire to stop the slutty show before him.
Caliban for his part- watches it all, every last position and every last climax from both the mysterious stranger and Reggie. His tongue brushing along his lower lip as he soaks in every last moment- savouring the sight of genuinely one of the most beautiful people the demon had ever seen.
By the time the recording finished, he was more than aching in the rather rare sweatpants he was wearing.
He's just going to save the recording before sending a quick message to the other.]
I'm not sure what possessed you to send me such a gift, my dear Reggie- though I can't complain. The sight of you covered in come is always one of the must joyful things in the universe to me.
Unless you pushed a button wrong?
Caliban for his part- watches it all, every last position and every last climax from both the mysterious stranger and Reggie. His tongue brushing along his lower lip as he soaks in every last moment- savouring the sight of genuinely one of the most beautiful people the demon had ever seen.
By the time the recording finished, he was more than aching in the rather rare sweatpants he was wearing.
He's just going to save the recording before sending a quick message to the other.]
I'm not sure what possessed you to send me such a gift, my dear Reggie- though I can't complain. The sight of you covered in come is always one of the must joyful things in the universe to me.
Unless you pushed a button wrong?
[There is a video of Eliot's face, looking deeply unimpressed, and then the view pans to show a stage behind him, where several members of his cast are in a heap and giggling on the floor, and two are in the back making out.
The camera comes back to Eliot, who takes a long and dramatic swig of his drink before setting it aside and smiling.]
Remind me again why I'm doing this? Especially when you're not even here today to share my pain and I could be sneaking an afternoon in your bed in?
Do you think it's too late to quit and make Nate do this?
The camera comes back to Eliot, who takes a long and dramatic swig of his drink before setting it aside and smiling.]
Remind me again why I'm doing this? Especially when you're not even here today to share my pain and I could be sneaking an afternoon in your bed in?
Do you think it's too late to quit and make Nate do this?
[ Caliban hadn't seen the other since their little threesome with Magnus- so this little video was more than a little unexpected. Though Caliban's a little amused as he sees the two making out in the back and the others rather dramatic swirl of his drink. It only takes a moment before Caliban was switching on his own video- though the demon was currently clearly at Dorian's bar- resting against the bar wearing what appeared to be a open red shirt and black leather pants as he tilted his head into the camera.]
While my bed is always open to such a creature of beauty as you, dear Elliot. And as much as a few of your fellow...thespians seem to be on their way to starting an orgy.
There is something to be said about following though on such commitments.
Also you appear to have pressed the wrong button on that boring mortal device.
While my bed is always open to such a creature of beauty as you, dear Elliot. And as much as a few of your fellow...thespians seem to be on their way to starting an orgy.
There is something to be said about following though on such commitments.
Also you appear to have pressed the wrong button on that boring mortal device.
I take it that means you actually talked then?
Of course- I'm aware of our...carnal relationship might make you hesitate to think of me for such things but I am here for you, in all the ways that matter.
I try, what King would I be if I didn't care about those under my protection?
Of course- I'm aware of our...carnal relationship might make you hesitate to think of me for such things but I am here for you, in all the ways that matter.
I try, what King would I be if I didn't care about those under my protection?
[ They've talked about this before but still Reggie feels a little reluctant, a little weird, being the one to reach out again about it, though he does anyway. He's not one for waiting, really. ]
Hey
So
Just so u know but my contract's up
Hey
So
Just so u know but my contract's up
[ The demon wasn't exactly expecting that text if only because...well, it's not like Reggie didn't have other options for a dominant. They might have talked about it once or twice- or at least fed into the fantasies about it all- but the reality tended to be...more uncertain.]
And look at that, I'm suddenly moving into a place with more room for another submissive.
You sure I'm the one you want this time?
And look at that, I'm suddenly moving into a place with more room for another submissive.
You sure I'm the one you want this time?
[ It doesn't take Reggie long to knock on Caliban's door, eager to change the subject to something more... well, pleasant, which will be easier to do face-to-face. This conversation has been a bummer and Reggie knows that's his fault, he doesn't have to leave the contract once it expires, but it feels too-- too...
... Too something, he doesn't know what, to want to stay on; it would mean admitting something he's not sure he's ready to examine more closely or put a name to, officially admit that there's something more between him and Caliban than just sex, and that intimidates him. He's afraid to embrace that possibility, even more afraid of what it means, what it says about the state of his other feelings.
So he knocks, more than ready to shift gears. ]
Caliban, it's me.
... Too something, he doesn't know what, to want to stay on; it would mean admitting something he's not sure he's ready to examine more closely or put a name to, officially admit that there's something more between him and Caliban than just sex, and that intimidates him. He's afraid to embrace that possibility, even more afraid of what it means, what it says about the state of his other feelings.
So he knocks, more than ready to shift gears. ]
Caliban, it's me.
[ Caliban had to admit- even with the others reassurances, there was some nerves about what this was about. Though that could mostly be put down to the fact that the last time he'd gotten such a message from one of his submissives- it had ended up with John boldly claiming he was going to burn the city down, and he wanted out of this the contract till Caliban had convinced him otherwise.
Still it hadn't exactly been the fun talk the demon would normally opt for but such things were apart of his new life it seemed. Besides the fact Reggie wasn't planning to stay already made Caliban far sadder than he'd ever admit too. Caliban just slips out of the bathroom as he dries his hand with towel, clearing off any wood shavings he'd gotten from the workshop in the garage. He's only wearing a pair of jeans, that usual shirtless fashion of the demon's back in style apparently.
He was just going to tug open the door and invite the other in with a little wave of his hand. ]
Come on in- I'm practically shivering in anticipation.
Still it hadn't exactly been the fun talk the demon would normally opt for but such things were apart of his new life it seemed. Besides the fact Reggie wasn't planning to stay already made Caliban far sadder than he'd ever admit too. Caliban just slips out of the bathroom as he dries his hand with towel, clearing off any wood shavings he'd gotten from the workshop in the garage. He's only wearing a pair of jeans, that usual shirtless fashion of the demon's back in style apparently.
He was just going to tug open the door and invite the other in with a little wave of his hand. ]
Come on in- I'm practically shivering in anticipation.
Not traditionally. Though- Sabrina had intended on celebrating it as Queen before...well, things changed. The witches, as I understand it, celebrate Black Christmas.
It's rather more like Halloween- the dead come back and give you some guiding light.
It's rather more like Halloween- the dead come back and give you some guiding light.
[ Admittedly, this isn't his first winter holiday here. Somehow, he's been here for a year now and, if he's honest with himself, he's a little surprised he's made it this far.
A lot has happened over the past year — a lot. Some moments he's not proud of and wishes he could forget, while others... he actually smiles at when he stops to think about them.
Point is, he actually has something to do this year — someone to be with and he's there in their own by the crackling fire, sitting with legs draped over his knees he has pulled up to his chest, watching it as he waits for Caliban.
The demon really did conjure up a tree and some other whimsical decorations and there's a part of John that feels touched by that — feels a certain way about seeing the decorations. Sort of... happy, in a way.
He's dressed in a red satin shirt with a couple of the buttons undone and black pants, hair slicked back a little with a small box there beside him, wrapped — Caliban's gift. When he senses the demon strolling in, he looks over his shoulder. ]
This where I ask if I've been on the naughty or nice list this year?
A lot has happened over the past year — a lot. Some moments he's not proud of and wishes he could forget, while others... he actually smiles at when he stops to think about them.
Point is, he actually has something to do this year — someone to be with and he's there in their own by the crackling fire, sitting with legs draped over his knees he has pulled up to his chest, watching it as he waits for Caliban.
The demon really did conjure up a tree and some other whimsical decorations and there's a part of John that feels touched by that — feels a certain way about seeing the decorations. Sort of... happy, in a way.
He's dressed in a red satin shirt with a couple of the buttons undone and black pants, hair slicked back a little with a small box there beside him, wrapped — Caliban's gift. When he senses the demon strolling in, he looks over his shoulder. ]
This where I ask if I've been on the naughty or nice list this year?
It Depends, which answer gets you pulled onto my lap and spanked?
[ He teased the demon as he strolled into the room, his blond curls bouncing playfully with every step. The demon himself was dressed in more shiny silk blue colors than his usual black, something to symbolize the winter and the long night- no doubt considering what they were in part celebrating. He did do another wave of his hand, however, letting his magic settle over the tree to create the effect of a few dancing Christmas lights, but they seemed to dance brighter than any store-bought one- twinkling like tiny colored diamonds as he kept on walking, to simply reach down and brush his hand along the back of the neck of the other.]
Though, I do think Kampus might not visit you this year either way. [ The demon was a little amused at that.
God. It was strange to think that...
Well, he had a home with a mortal. One he couldn't ever seem to think of a life without now. His own present or three for the mutant were sitting under the tree, wrapped up with a few rather cheesy Christmas stickers that said "For John, love Caliban" on them.
Because he was really leaning into some of those mortal traditions here.]
[ He teased the demon as he strolled into the room, his blond curls bouncing playfully with every step. The demon himself was dressed in more shiny silk blue colors than his usual black, something to symbolize the winter and the long night- no doubt considering what they were in part celebrating. He did do another wave of his hand, however, letting his magic settle over the tree to create the effect of a few dancing Christmas lights, but they seemed to dance brighter than any store-bought one- twinkling like tiny colored diamonds as he kept on walking, to simply reach down and brush his hand along the back of the neck of the other.]
Though, I do think Kampus might not visit you this year either way. [ The demon was a little amused at that.
God. It was strange to think that...
Well, he had a home with a mortal. One he couldn't ever seem to think of a life without now. His own present or three for the mutant were sitting under the tree, wrapped up with a few rather cheesy Christmas stickers that said "For John, love Caliban" on them.
Because he was really leaning into some of those mortal traditions here.]
[ Reggie's gift to Caliban includes three different rings -- all meant to be worn on various digits such as thumbs, pinkies, middle or pointers as well as ring fingers -- and a small handmade calendar made up of photos of Reggie (some candid, some posed) from the car wash:
He's both signed the cover with his name, and also included a personalized card: ]
Merry Xmas / happy Yuletide to my #1 Demon King.
Yours,
- Reggie xoxo
- wearing a wet white t-shirt or simply shirtless with only a pair of tiny shorts or denim cut-offs
- some shots are of him, predictably, washing cars, in a variety of either staged or candid ways;
- posing on or against the hood and trunk of his car, in various pin-up shots and in varying states of undress
- a good number of seemingly candid shots of Reggie bent over or in the backseat of cars with various partners whose faces are not shown
He's both signed the cover with his name, and also included a personalized card: ]
Merry Xmas / happy Yuletide to my #1 Demon King.
Yours,
- Reggie xoxo
Edited 2021-12-25 15:40 (UTC)
- All SCRATCH STAFF will be receiving the following during their last shift before the holidays:
- PTO through the New Year ( the Scratch will be closed until Jan. 2nd )
- A bomber jacket ( front | back ) with employee's name embroidered on the front ( over the "P" )
- One enamel lapel/collar pin of nine (9) different potential styles ( 1 | 2 - 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 ) and 2 pairs of cuff links
- —NOTE: player can choose the style their character receives; ICly the distribution is random.
- Coupons for: three (3) free cocktail* / small plate combos; $50 in casino chips; one (1) voucher to submit a "theme" for future Scratch events / parties
- —NOTE: *cocktails can be substituted with an equivalent portion of Scratch-exclusive drugs; coupons are redeemable on or off-shift.
Also included is a printed greeting card, which reads:
- Caliban,
🎄 SEASONS GREETINGS 🎄 & ❄️ HAPPY HOLIDAYS ❄️ FROM YOUR EMPLOYERS AT THE SCRATCH.
- ♠️
[ Since John has rejoined with the other part of him, he's taken to doing a lot of thinking for himself. Things had come to light that he hadn't really realized before and he'd been forced to acknowledge some parts of him that he otherwise wouldn't normally. It'd been hard, it'd been painful, but in the end, he'd managed to make a sort of peace with that part of him. Or, at the very least, come to understand him a little better and admit that he'd been wrong about wanting to remove those parts of him.
He's thankful he hadn't actually done any real damage to anyone here that he cares about, though he didn't think that he would. Except that with Caliban, he had referred to the demon as someone he found complicated when it came to his relationship with him and had even, at one point, try to stab him. Thankfully, the demon had seemed to gather what was happening and didn't hold it against him. By some miracle.
Coming out of his room, dressed down and hair slightly messed from having just woken up from a nap, he searches out the demon and finds him there on the couch. Coming up from behind, he lets his arms wrap around the demon's neck and buries his face into his arm, just holding him from behind like that, slightly bent over the couch. ]
I fell asleep.
He's thankful he hadn't actually done any real damage to anyone here that he cares about, though he didn't think that he would. Except that with Caliban, he had referred to the demon as someone he found complicated when it came to his relationship with him and had even, at one point, try to stab him. Thankfully, the demon had seemed to gather what was happening and didn't hold it against him. By some miracle.
Coming out of his room, dressed down and hair slightly messed from having just woken up from a nap, he searches out the demon and finds him there on the couch. Coming up from behind, he lets his arms wrap around the demon's neck and buries his face into his arm, just holding him from behind like that, slightly bent over the couch. ]
I fell asleep.
[ Caliban blinks when that hand slips down his neck and John's presence looms behind him, a hand reaching up to brush along the other arm as he tilted his head back to see that rather a cute image of a John who'd just woken up, the spiky hair and clothes slightly messed up.
There's a soft hum at those words as the demon gives a little nod.]
I noticed. [ But he'd assume John needed more sleep than he did, as it had always been. Not like Caliban really ever needed the bed for sleep all that often. His hand reached up to brush along the back of the other's neck slightly as he shifted on his seat to turn his body towards the other.]
I didn't wish to wake you- [ After everything, between Pyro and John. He'd given the other some...space. Some time to find himself, as Nate had put it. ] You seemed rather content, after all, my love.
There's a soft hum at those words as the demon gives a little nod.]
I noticed. [ But he'd assume John needed more sleep than he did, as it had always been. Not like Caliban really ever needed the bed for sleep all that often. His hand reached up to brush along the back of the other's neck slightly as he shifted on his seat to turn his body towards the other.]
I didn't wish to wake you- [ After everything, between Pyro and John. He'd given the other some...space. Some time to find himself, as Nate had put it. ] You seemed rather content, after all, my love.
It occurred to Quentin, on the way there, that maybe Caliban didn't think he was going to show. Maybe he wasn't expected to follow through on this, and Caliban would be surprised to see him. Maybe he'd get turned away. Also, though, by the time he got there, he mostly decided that that would be Caliban chickening out, and not necessarily Quentin doing something wrong.
(He'd probably still avoid Caliban forever, though.)
He'd managed to get his shit together emotionally enough to get out of his room and to the bar, as offered, though he was still kind of on a hair trigger. Hopefully they didn't have to talk a lot. He pushed through the door of the Scratch, looking around for blonde hair and abs.
(He'd probably still avoid Caliban forever, though.)
He'd managed to get his shit together emotionally enough to get out of his room and to the bar, as offered, though he was still kind of on a hair trigger. Hopefully they didn't have to talk a lot. He pushed through the door of the Scratch, looking around for blonde hair and abs.
The bar was actually rather dead by the time the other showed up, and by dead, he simply meant there were only about five or six people in the bar, two of who worked here. Caliban himself was still showing his usual aversion to wearing a shirt, leaning behind the bar in only a pair of tight black pants, his abs and well-formed chest on display as he leaned back against the bar and his blond curls fell down in his face as a hand reached up to brush them away.
At the sound of that door swinging open has Caliban's eyes flicker over to it and a dangerous little smirk cutting long his face at that sight of Mister Coldwater. Well aware of what he might actually be here for- considering their talk.
There's a little push forward from Caliban as he moves closer to the bar with a welcoming tilt of his head and his eyes flicking down along the other's body. My, he really was quite the treat, wasn't he?
"Here to get your thoughts emptied, pretty boy?"
At the sound of that door swinging open has Caliban's eyes flicker over to it and a dangerous little smirk cutting long his face at that sight of Mister Coldwater. Well aware of what he might actually be here for- considering their talk.
There's a little push forward from Caliban as he moves closer to the bar with a welcoming tilt of his head and his eyes flicking down along the other's body. My, he really was quite the treat, wasn't he?
"Here to get your thoughts emptied, pretty boy?"
[Huaisang so enjoyed his encounter with Caliban in the book while he was an angel, but he'd also very much enjoyed being a demon as well, and he regrets that Caliban hadn't been able to see that. Since he also wants to capture the memory, he paints a depiction of it in his traditional style, though with the addition of modern paints and gold leaf to capture the deep colors.
He depicts himself lounging on an immense ebony throne, with gold jewelry dripping from each limb; rings and bracelets on fingers and toes and glittering chains draped across his shoulders and dangling around his waist. Slim black horns rise from his pale brow, framed by an elaborate golden crown. More gold kisses his face, outlining his eyes with intentional artistry and drama, and his red-painted lips quirk as he gazes out of the painting at the viewer.
One hand props up his head while the other hand rests on his thigh, fingertips straying close to his pretty pink cock which rises interest and promise.]
He depicts himself lounging on an immense ebony throne, with gold jewelry dripping from each limb; rings and bracelets on fingers and toes and glittering chains draped across his shoulders and dangling around his waist. Slim black horns rise from his pale brow, framed by an elaborate golden crown. More gold kisses his face, outlining his eyes with intentional artistry and drama, and his red-painted lips quirk as he gazes out of the painting at the viewer.
One hand props up his head while the other hand rests on his thigh, fingertips straying close to his pretty pink cock which rises interest and promise.]
[ from here ]
[ there's no denying that nick likes it like this. cock thick enough to stretch his lips, long enough to make it difficult. it's not a brag to say that nick has sucked a lot of dick in his time, it's just a fact. deepthroating isn't usually much of a challenge, but all the practice in the world couldn't make this easy. and that's exactly what nick finds so hot.
he swallows as best as he can when caliban starts to slide past his lips, but there comes a moment where he has to just sink into it and let it happen. he doesn't move his gaze from caliban's even for a moment, back braced against the wall behind him, but his eyes flutter briefly shut and open again when caliban finally stops. honestly, nick thinks he couldn't possibly cram any more down his throat right now. he can't breathe, can't do anything but fight the urge to gasp around the thick length in his mouth, an the longer caliban holds it, the harder it gets, the more nick's own cock twitches between his legs.
he knows it's going to make it more difficult, but he slides a hand between his legs anyway, fists loosely at his own cock until he can't help but let out the choked up whine. ]
[ It's hard to really express how much he adores the sight before him- Nick's lips utterly stretched by that cock- the eyes of the other peering up at him full of lust and need. Every inch stuffed down that throat, an impossible task for any mortal, and yet here he was at least allowing the demon to push his limits like this. There's power in this and Caliban feels that rush all the same as the other struggles with the ticking seconds with the lack of air.
And he does hold it- feeling the other gag and choke around him- though the others hand sliding between his legs just causes the demon to give a sharper smirk. Enjoying the fact the there other, was, in fact, enjoying himself.
It's that choked-out whine that finally gets the demon to move as if that was the codeword all along. His cock practically jerks in Nick's mouth]
Therés a good boy.. [ The demon hummed as he eased his cock out that throat, giving the other a few moments to take in a few deep breaths before he slipped his spit covered cock back between those waiting lips and this time set a frankly brutal pace with the other- his cock slamming down the others throat as his hand tugs on the others pretty hair sharply.] Sweet hell...
And he does hold it- feeling the other gag and choke around him- though the others hand sliding between his legs just causes the demon to give a sharper smirk. Enjoying the fact the there other, was, in fact, enjoying himself.
It's that choked-out whine that finally gets the demon to move as if that was the codeword all along. His cock practically jerks in Nick's mouth]
Therés a good boy.. [ The demon hummed as he eased his cock out that throat, giving the other a few moments to take in a few deep breaths before he slipped his spit covered cock back between those waiting lips and this time set a frankly brutal pace with the other- his cock slamming down the others throat as his hand tugs on the others pretty hair sharply.] Sweet hell...
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