reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
A huff of a snort escapes Astaroth, lips quirking into a smirk as his bruised and scarred chest continues to rise, manhandling the Maverick into precisely the spot he wants him. The following taunt is certainly one to barb beneath Astaroth’s skin. And to his wicked grin, the butcher’s eyes roll, until of course he continues to pause and wait a few seconds longer. “Perhaps I’m planning, darling.”
It’s enough time for him to lean down, snag Danta’s hands to stop allowing him to touch himself, collecting them back above his head and pin with one hand. And for the reward, his hips snap, driving himself deep into the Theocrat with a groan, his other hand drifting down between them, wrapping around his cock as he starts to pick a punishing pace, blanketing the other Ancient.
It’s enough time for him to lean down, snag Danta’s hands to stop allowing him to touch himself, collecting them back above his head and pin with one hand. And for the reward, his hips snap, driving himself deep into the Theocrat with a groan, his other hand drifting down between them, wrapping around his cock as he starts to pick a punishing pace, blanketing the other Ancient.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
