[ Basch watches with hunger and approval as Sylvain shifts, undoing the fastenings without ever leaving Basch's hold. Or his gaze. His fingers continue to stroke through the other's hair, murmuring quiet praises, meeting that eye contact with affection and approval. And when he gets the pants off, Basch makes a point to look over all of him in approval. ]
You are exactly my taste [ He says with a warm kiss, guiding Sylvain's arms back around his neck before his own hands venture down to caress Sylvain's back, his ass, then coax the toy out and toss it aside. Leaving the other empty, he begins to massage the backs of his thighs. ]
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You are exactly my taste [ He says with a warm kiss, guiding Sylvain's arms back around his neck before his own hands venture down to caress Sylvain's back, his ass, then coax the toy out and toss it aside. Leaving the other empty, he begins to massage the backs of his thighs. ]
You'll have to get me hard again, pet.