[ yeah, all of this is going straight to his dick. his lips thin into a line as he tries to contain himself, but the flush on his face is undeniably visible now. ]
Don’t think… [ … ] it was a matter of what I picked. You were always going to look good.
[ and of course, daan bends over, as if dangling a carrot on a stick. well, he didn’t say he couldn’t touch so— cloud minimizes the distance between them, hands coming up to palm at his ass. ]
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Don’t think… [ … ] it was a matter of what I picked. You were always going to look good.
[ and of course, daan bends over, as if dangling a carrot on a stick. well, he didn’t say he couldn’t touch so— cloud minimizes the distance between them, hands coming up to palm at his ass. ]
Knew they wouldn’t fit, though.