[Are they doing anything in particular, Zenyatta asks himself, lazily? No. Not particularly.]
Now. Later. In the end, what is the difference? [He twists his hand a little to ease the pressure on his wrist joint, dipping between Jamie's legs with his fingers instead. Still wet, yes, and soft, and deliciously supple to the advance of his touches.
His forefinger slides between the lips of his cunt, stroking each fold with infinite care.] I am simply enjoying the moment.
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Now. Later. In the end, what is the difference? [He twists his hand a little to ease the pressure on his wrist joint, dipping between Jamie's legs with his fingers instead. Still wet, yes, and soft, and deliciously supple to the advance of his touches.
His forefinger slides between the lips of his cunt, stroking each fold with infinite care.] I am simply enjoying the moment.