[ as soon as scaramouche climbs into his lap and turns around, shoving his ass into his face, Pentium takes his hips in hand to help hold him there. he smiles, giving each cheek and affectionate nuzzle as he feels scara’s hands wrap around his hardening dick. a content sigh spills out of him, his own hips idly beginning to rock until the tip is kissed. ] I do love that mouth of yours… [ he lifts his hips higher, trying to press his cock closer. ] And this perfect little ass. [ he nips at it, leaving a mark on his left cheek. ]
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