[They move together so well. Sure it's rough and hard it absolutely fits them in every way.]
Vous êtes une belle baiseuse.
[Words are wrapped in a rasping moan. It's the sweetest nothing that Roman can come up with. All the foreign words are like a chant. He doesn't know what they mean. Maybe it's a curse. Maybe it's a spell. He tries harder to make more come from his mouth. Peter's ass becomes more yielding even through the snug fit. Roman tries to aim for the prostate. Sometimes it's easier with fingers. If only there could be a next time.
For perhaps the first moment ever he's thinking of a time after now. No. That can't happen. Now. Just now. That's all there is. Pale fingers reach down between Peter's legs to wrap around his cock. The fit and firmness makes him wonder what it would be like in his mouth.]
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Vous êtes une belle baiseuse.
[Words are wrapped in a rasping moan. It's the sweetest nothing that Roman can come up with. All the foreign words are like a chant. He doesn't know what they mean. Maybe it's a curse. Maybe it's a spell. He tries harder to make more come from his mouth. Peter's ass becomes more yielding even through the snug fit. Roman tries to aim for the prostate. Sometimes it's easier with fingers. If only there could be a next time.
For perhaps the first moment ever he's thinking of a time after now. No. That can't happen. Now. Just now. That's all there is. Pale fingers reach down between Peter's legs to wrap around his cock. The fit and firmness makes him wonder what it would be like in his mouth.]