There you go, sweetheart, that's it. [Afyer murmuring this against those soft lips, Corrigan squeezes once more st Kurt’s pert, plush ass, then lets his hand slide around, over his pet's hip, down between his legs. There's no awkwardness or discomfort in the smooth, practiced way he curls his fingers around that stirring cock, feeling it twitch, fill slowly.]
Feels good, doesn't it? [This is murmured as Corrigan’s free arm hooks around Kurt's waist to prevent any startled recoiling, to keep him from escaping. He strokes along Kurt’s half-hard cock slowly, just beginning to coax those dull pulses of pleasure, fan the flame of arousal higher and higher.] Just relax for me, let me make you feel good. It'll be so, so good if you let it.
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Date: 2022-10-06 02:40 am (UTC)Feels good, doesn't it? [This is murmured as Corrigan’s free arm hooks around Kurt's waist to prevent any startled recoiling, to keep him from escaping. He strokes along Kurt’s half-hard cock slowly, just beginning to coax those dull pulses of pleasure, fan the flame of arousal higher and higher.] Just relax for me, let me make you feel good. It'll be so, so good if you let it.