And they lived comfortably ever after, boob in hand
An audible "hmmm," considers Danta's reasons, each of them sensible enough. Ink scratches out rapidly on the paper beside him, less flowing with the script of sentences but instead jerking with bullet points and the shorter statements of memory-joggers.
"Mm, I've always had a hard time understanding the hiding while watching," he confesses, ink stilling as he leans onto his palm and re-crosses his legs. "To each their own though, I suppose, but I think they're missing out. Can't quite beat the feeling of being watched and knowing it. Of course watching, while known you are, is also superb. People put on quite a show then, and you get to see all of it." He's certainly accustomed to lots of bystanding. Comes with the territory of research, although there's a point where one needs to get hands on and truly embrace the material too.
The offense is forgotten as swiftly as it is earned, Quentin flapping it away with his hand as he leans back off the little table. "Done. I do love pretending." Catching on the toothy remark of Danta's expression, Quentin's focus narrows a touch and a finger wags out a little at the Maverick. "I've always wondered, how do you manage a cock in your mouth when you've got fangs. Do you have to roll your lips quite so?" Quentin emulates something of a grandfather without his dentures, or that's the goal, it looks more like a yawn he won't let loose. "Or is it all about angles?" The werefiends are fanged, obviously. "Well, maybe that's one of the things you and your hubtobee can demonstrate."
With the book pressed open in his hands, dark lines begin to swoop out in response to the suggested name.
The Mighty Astaroth,
Embarking upon a snail trail to clitvana is no easy adventure to make. It will be wet, it will be wild, and it will be life changing. May you come away from it rock hard and inspired to take your fiancé's mucus to new heights.
Yours truly,
Quentin King
Blowing over it gently to dry the ink, Quentin's gaze travels to the side of his view where the movement of Gary and Victoria's return snags his focus. "Ahh, welcome back. You can take it from the top my beautes," he informs them as he snaps the book shut and slides it across to Danta. Quentin shifts slightly in his chair to grant him a better view of the two, who begin to fluff Gary's dick back into something erect. He doesn't abandon Danta, and in fact leans in a bit on his elbow and offers in hushed tones. "She has to properly seduce him before the full moon sets in order to free them of the curse that turns them into sex fiends. This sounds easy, but see, they are so crazed they are easily distracted by movement and anything else that could be, well, plundered. It's a courtship, really, a true taming. So it's quite meaningful that he goes against his baser nature to fuck her."
- Creepy watcher fucks, not dignified
- Thrill seekers fucking risk - risk could be a good name for a woman for double meaning
- Die-hard fans
- Fetishes WIP
"Mm, I've always had a hard time understanding the hiding while watching," he confesses, ink stilling as he leans onto his palm and re-crosses his legs. "To each their own though, I suppose, but I think they're missing out. Can't quite beat the feeling of being watched and knowing it. Of course watching, while known you are, is also superb. People put on quite a show then, and you get to see all of it." He's certainly accustomed to lots of bystanding. Comes with the territory of research, although there's a point where one needs to get hands on and truly embrace the material too.
The offense is forgotten as swiftly as it is earned, Quentin flapping it away with his hand as he leans back off the little table. "Done. I do love pretending." Catching on the toothy remark of Danta's expression, Quentin's focus narrows a touch and a finger wags out a little at the Maverick. "I've always wondered, how do you manage a cock in your mouth when you've got fangs. Do you have to roll your lips quite so?" Quentin emulates something of a grandfather without his dentures, or that's the goal, it looks more like a yawn he won't let loose. "Or is it all about angles?" The werefiends are fanged, obviously. "Well, maybe that's one of the things you and your hubtobee can demonstrate."
With the book pressed open in his hands, dark lines begin to swoop out in response to the suggested name.
The Mighty Astaroth,
Embarking upon a snail trail to clitvana is no easy adventure to make. It will be wet, it will be wild, and it will be life changing. May you come away from it rock hard and inspired to take your fiancé's mucus to new heights.
Yours truly,
Quentin King
Blowing over it gently to dry the ink, Quentin's gaze travels to the side of his view where the movement of Gary and Victoria's return snags his focus. "Ahh, welcome back. You can take it from the top my beautes," he informs them as he snaps the book shut and slides it across to Danta. Quentin shifts slightly in his chair to grant him a better view of the two, who begin to fluff Gary's dick back into something erect. He doesn't abandon Danta, and in fact leans in a bit on his elbow and offers in hushed tones. "She has to properly seduce him before the full moon sets in order to free them of the curse that turns them into sex fiends. This sounds easy, but see, they are so crazed they are easily distracted by movement and anything else that could be, well, plundered. It's a courtship, really, a true taming. So it's quite meaningful that he goes against his baser nature to fuck her."
Quentin
