He sits there, his clothes rumbled, his cock softening and his skin still
spit damp. He lets out a whimpering breath, pushing one hand back through
his hair, sweat springing at his hairline. He swallows, his dark eyes
fixed on Jesper, still on his knees.
"What else do you want?" he asks, his voice a raw rasp.
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Date: 2016-09-06 07:20 pm (UTC)He sits there, his clothes rumbled, his cock softening and his skin still spit damp. He lets out a whimpering breath, pushing one hand back through his hair, sweat springing at his hairline. He swallows, his dark eyes fixed on Jesper, still on his knees.
"What else do you want?" he asks, his voice a raw rasp.