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@vine_excellence
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Katılım Eylül 2024
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them, needed them, demanded them from Ambrose.
Meanwhile his own need strained against slacks he loathed to wear. But to make it up to Ambrose, the little man he worshipped, he would leave himself unattended until the one before him was satisfied. But it didn’t stop his hips
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Yes, he did, but at the same time, he did not. Vine loved his little wife, needed him at his side, and ached when he was away. To return home and see his love so forlorn and lost without him was bittersweet. He knew, unlike those of his peers and subjects, that he was a choice
𝓟ᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ ✦ 𝓟ʀɪɴᴄᴇ@andronymph
❝ N-no, ❞ Ambrose breathed as Vine kissed his neck, eliciting a shiver from the nymph. Gooseflesh rippled upon Rose's porcelain skin. A fresh, invisible plume of floral fragrance bloomed from the boy, like pollen disturbed by a butterfly's wings. ❝ After. . .After all this
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For a moment, Vine just simply stared and admired. His arms were crossed, shoulder leaned against the wall. Ambrose never ceased to amaze him, and yes, he had been busy, hadn’t he? He couldn’t see him, but the entire space smelled like him, had his presence and his touch. The
𝓟ᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ ✦ 𝓟ʀɪɴᴄᴇ@andronymph
✦ᅠ──── @vine_excellence ㅤ As soon as he stepped into the room, it was clear that Rose had been busy. Their bed chamber was dimly lit, paper lanterns hanging in each corner of the room providing intimate, muted candlelight. The sweet scent of cherry blossoms wafted ㅤ ✦
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throbbed and pulsed in the confines of his slacks, the weight of the thick member pressing against his left thigh in a desperate attempt to crawl along it in search of freedom. Royne moaned against the puckered flesh which Ambi had so generously presented him, his free hand
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Royne was frozen for a few moments, watching Ambrose and his teasing movements, and listened more intently to those sinful, honeyed requests than he ever had to anything else. He was so fucking pretty, Royne's cock twitching in response to just the image of him presenting himself
𝓟ᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛ ✦ 𝓟ʀɪɴᴄᴇ@andronymph
He breathed in labored huffs. He had been kissed to craving, bitten to breed-need. His entire body felt like a single, sensitive nerve that Royne took pleasure in tormenting with tongue and teeth and touch. In spite of himself, Rose was squirming, quivering like a life in a lazy
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