"Anything," Jedao gasps, struggling to spread his pinned legs, barely processing words.
There was a plan, wasn't there? He - thinking is hard - he thinks there was -
"Lemme suck you," he begs, yearning into the touch, leaving a smear of precome against Eiffel's forearm. "Let me get you wet, I don't need anything else -"
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There was a plan, wasn't there? He - thinking is hard - he thinks there was -
"Lemme suck you," he begs, yearning into the touch, leaving a smear of precome against Eiffel's forearm. "Let me get you wet, I don't need anything else -"