[ Dorian can’t help a moan of his own, vibrating around the cock in his mouth, as Orym’s fingers tighten in his hair. His senses are overwhelmed by the heady scent and taste of the halfling, of his presence around and underneath, and yet he still wants more.
Hollowing his cheeks, he sucks harder as he moves up and down along Orym’s length, his hands gently massaging the inside of his thighs to encourage more of the sounds he makes. ]
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Hollowing his cheeks, he sucks harder as he moves up and down along Orym’s length, his hands gently massaging the inside of his thighs to encourage more of the sounds he makes. ]