[The sound snaps sharply in the air, stinging his skin just a touch. At least enough that he feels it go to his dick. His ears burn, somewhat flustered. More importantly, he isn't telling Cloud to stop, content with the attention.]
I suppose that I could.
Would you like that, Cloud? Knowing I'm wearing these specifically when I'm around you, and no one else.
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I suppose that I could.
Would you like that, Cloud? Knowing I'm wearing these specifically when I'm around you, and no one else.