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- My hands are not so crooked, my angel.
Lykurgus had the strength to maintain the necessary rhythm, comfortable for the recipient, and bring him to redemption. He never doubted himself. And to see the watery eyes, to hear the soft moans, the ragged breathing...
Sandy didn't want to, couldn't find the strength to give a coherent answer. The emptiness in my head was filled with occasional spasms of such wrong pleasure. The heat spread throughout his body, which shuddered with each stroke of his prostate. Lying down helped him avoid falling due to the intense dizziness and stars in his eyes. Throughout his life, he had never had enough time to focus on his personal life, relationships, and sex. It was no surprise that his first experience felt magical and unimaginable.
"It's through them that you will reach orgasm." Lycurgus confidently wrapped his free hand around the other man's penis. Grasping the shaft, he guided it up to the head.
— Cleft. How nice.
Sandai dug his heels into the mattress, arching his back so much that it made an unpleasant cracking sound, and moaned especially loudly. A little more. Faster.
— Please...
Lycurgus, who decided to ignore his desire to avenge all their past misunderstandings, because a man should be above revenge, right? Speeds up his movements on the cock, watching Sandai's emotions on his face too closely. Another tickling touch of his thumb on the head, and he laughed at the sight of a stream of whitish cum.
Sanda didn't know how he had gotten to this point. However, he couldn't help but feel that this wasn't a one-time event.