[ Nothing had really prepared Junpei for the sensation of a mouth giving attention to his hole. The tactile nature of a tongue, able to bend and slide while being so warm and wet. It’s a comical display how he whimpers and writhes, toes curling as he fights to stay mostly in place. House will feel the opening contract and open with pleasurable spasms, the poor boy’s former aloofness shattered to bits.
The little slap is enough to make his hard dick throb mercilessly between his legs, joined by a pitiful groan. Fingers twitch as he resists the compulsion to reach for it, wanting friction so badly. ]
Unh … I’ll wear panties … but I’m not coming to work … ah … in just lingerie. It’s almost winter.
[ Brain is scrambled enough from the blissful high of the doctor’s tongue that he doesn’t just scoff off the dirty talk entirely.
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The little slap is enough to make his hard dick throb mercilessly between his legs, joined by a pitiful groan. Fingers twitch as he resists the compulsion to reach for it, wanting friction so badly. ]
Unh … I’ll wear panties … but I’m not coming to work … ah … in just lingerie. It’s almost winter.
[ Brain is scrambled enough from the blissful high of the doctor’s tongue that he doesn’t just scoff off the dirty talk entirely.
Then, in a bratty whine: ]
Why’d you stop?