[ The guard holding Tary’s face laughs, a deep, sinister sound as he brings Tary’s face closer to Dorian’s soiled torso.
“Here,” the guard says, his hand moving to grip Tary’s hair instead, holding his head over the mess over the sky blue skin. “Why don’t you help clean him up? If you do a good job, we’ll let you use his hole to come. You’d like that, right?”
The guard’s free hand reaches down between Tary’s legs, fingers just ghosting his hardening length. ]
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“Here,” the guard says, his hand moving to grip Tary’s hair instead, holding his head over the mess over the sky blue skin. “Why don’t you help clean him up? If you do a good job, we’ll let you use his hole to come. You’d like that, right?”
The guard’s free hand reaches down between Tary’s legs, fingers just ghosting his hardening length. ]