[hands hold him still and Olivine is grateful for it. He's bad at keeping steady on a good day, but right now? Right now, he's absolutely out of his head. The priest's head dips as he's left trembling, tongue sliding into his waiting, willing hole.
His fingers curl in around the edge of the bench with every press inside, every twitch of his muscles in turn. Fingers slip in after that moment to stretch him more, and he's already overwhelmed enough to cant forward a little. ]
Haah... ah... they're so deep already... [It's absolutely more accurate to say his body is practically sucking his fingers in.]
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Date: 2024-01-11 05:41 am (UTC)His fingers curl in around the edge of the bench with every press inside, every twitch of his muscles in turn. Fingers slip in after that moment to stretch him more, and he's already overwhelmed enough to cant forward a little. ]
Haah... ah... they're so deep already... [It's absolutely more accurate to say his body is practically sucking his fingers in.]