[ there's a fire pooling in his belly, a white hot spike of arousal as those soft lips meet his throat. his back arches prettily, arms going around the turk's neck.
the kid is a good dancer. not great at seduction, not great at seeming like he really wants it. he grinds their hips together, eyes fluttering shut with the breathiest of moans parting his lips. ]
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the kid is a good dancer. not great at seduction, not great at seeming like he really wants it. he grinds their hips together, eyes fluttering shut with the breathiest of moans parting his lips. ]