And they lived comfortably ever after, boob in hand
The bed post feels like a phallic reminder as it's situated behind each man in short order, and with a flick of his attention, Quentin's ink builds it into the scene.
"Never" Shmanta hisses, the urge to conquer Hastarot's pants flaring furiously inside him even as he's backed against a different sort of hard, length. It inspires his ass to tighten against the unexpected threat, and completely fiending out at this point, Shmanta whirls with all the grace of his arousal and wraps himself around Hastarot, shoving him back against the cock-hard bed frame. Twisted around one another like a pair of sexy serpents, the only thing left to Hastarot is to bite his way free.
"Ooh," Quentin can't help but murmur as the blood begins to fly, eyes widening in appreciation. He leans forward a touch more, a finger holding thought to his upper lip as his hand holds his face in rapt attention. The display is unlike any he's managed to source thus far, and for the first time, he thinks he's found the true image of his werefiends.
"Never" Shmanta hisses, the urge to conquer Hastarot's pants flaring furiously inside him even as he's backed against a different sort of hard, length. It inspires his ass to tighten against the unexpected threat, and completely fiending out at this point, Shmanta whirls with all the grace of his arousal and wraps himself around Hastarot, shoving him back against the cock-hard bed frame. Twisted around one another like a pair of sexy serpents, the only thing left to Hastarot is to bite his way free.
"Ooh," Quentin can't help but murmur as the blood begins to fly, eyes widening in appreciation. He leans forward a touch more, a finger holding thought to his upper lip as his hand holds his face in rapt attention. The display is unlike any he's managed to source thus far, and for the first time, he thinks he's found the true image of his werefiends.
Quentin
