[Taryon gasps when his cock is suddenly exposed to cool air. This, combined with the unpleasant fucking, does the opposite of bringing him to the finish line.
And without Dorian locking him in place, Lord Karnon can get onto his knees and properly pound into him. Each thrust jerks Taryon forth with a quiet and consistent:] Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
[His hair falls over his face in a beautiful, pathetic displace that spurs Wellington to stroke himself faster.]
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And without Dorian locking him in place, Lord Karnon can get onto his knees and properly pound into him. Each thrust jerks Taryon forth with a quiet and consistent:] Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
[His hair falls over his face in a beautiful, pathetic displace that spurs Wellington to stroke himself faster.]