i kept falling over, i kept looking backward
Tutting under his breath—he had warned Ronin after all—Remi's hand slows against his husband's cock as he grins against the side of his face. "If anyone asks, I'm diving for coins. Or perhaps doing a handstand." He whispers before subtly shifting and twisting his tentacles elongating as needed to get him where he wanted—needed—to be. Taking a deep breath, Remi disappears beneath the surface of the water just as a crocodile might: entirely without disturbing the surface at all.
With Ronin still seated upon his throne of tentacles, he'd feel his husband's hands suddenly grasping his hips before a very familiar pair of lips wrap around the Knight's cock. Able to hold his breath for minutes or more, not that he thought Ronin would last that long, Remi had the advantage of additional tentacles to keep the pair from drifting from their position allowing him to focus on gorging himself on his husband's erection.
What number now?
With Ronin still seated upon his throne of tentacles, he'd feel his husband's hands suddenly grasping his hips before a very familiar pair of lips wrap around the Knight's cock. Able to hold his breath for minutes or more, not that he thought Ronin would last that long, Remi had the advantage of additional tentacles to keep the pair from drifting from their position allowing him to focus on gorging himself on his husband's erection.
What number now?
i went broke believing that the simple should be hard
Table inspo from kae!
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
