full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Oliver wouldn’t have to ask Amun twice. His mouth captured the other man’s lips, the potter’s tongue demanding entrance inside Blondie’s mouth once more. This time, the Ascended would continue making out with Oliver for as long as possible. Indeed, the hand Amun had in Blondie’s hair would tighten and pull the other man in for a deeper kiss. All the while, the Ascended’s hand would stroke Oliver’s hard length. The potter’s fingers would move more and more quickly, and his grip would grow firmer and firmer as he made sure to lavish every inch of Blondie’s dick, from his head to his shaft, with the attention it deserved.
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