[Taryon picks up his trousers, and sets them on a hook before he splashes his face at the sink. Now that he's got something cold over his eyes, he can better forget the slight burning inside him. However, seeing himself in the mirror reminds him of all the cum stuck to his beard. Streaks run across his cheeks. His lips are wet from the dicksucking and the kiss.
And he's standing there in his bare bottom. A new wave of nausea hits him.] I'm going to be sick.
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[Taryon picks up his trousers, and sets them on a hook before he splashes his face at the sink. Now that he's got something cold over his eyes, he can better forget the slight burning inside him. However, seeing himself in the mirror reminds him of all the cum stuck to his beard. Streaks run across his cheeks. His lips are wet from the dicksucking and the kiss.
And he's standing there in his bare bottom. A new wave of nausea hits him.] I'm going to be sick.