[ Once Tary is supporting himself, Dorian dips the cloth into the water again, before moving to clean up the mess dripping down his legs. He carefully cleans up the cooling spend, wiping upwards to the swell of his ass. ]
Why, I wouldn’t dream of it.
[ He says, as he starts to wipe the mess between Tary’s cheeks, teasing his hole with the fabric of the washcloth. ]
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Why, I wouldn’t dream of it.
[ He says, as he starts to wipe the mess between Tary’s cheeks, teasing his hole with the fabric of the washcloth. ]