[ He wanted to wait until the other gasped and begged, but the more he reacts, the more impatient Basch becomes. His tentacles continue to shift, some holding Sylvain tigther, while others stroke his inner thigh or the soft skin of his neck.
One presses between the cleft of his ass, not pressing in yet, but Basch gives a shuddering moan, heat building in him as his own fluid builds in his appendage. ]
I've been dreaming about this for such a long time.
[ He catches Sylvain's face, wanting to see him, feel him, as that tentacle presses to his opening. He gives a shudder himself, liquid spilling from his tip to slicken his prey, his desire. ]
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One presses between the cleft of his ass, not pressing in yet, but Basch gives a shuddering moan, heat building in him as his own fluid builds in his appendage. ]
I've been dreaming about this for such a long time.
[ He catches Sylvain's face, wanting to see him, feel him, as that tentacle presses to his opening. He gives a shudder himself, liquid spilling from his tip to slicken his prey, his desire. ]
But you're always better than I imagine.