[He can be yuor angle... or your sleep paralysis demon....]
[Most of the time it seems to be the latter, but surely it'll pay off one of these days, right? In a fancy dress. Unfortunately for Ro, but Matoba knows what he likes. Being nursed, unrelenting and cruel suction that demands all of him, bids him to empty over his tongue. What Rokurou likes is pleasure and pain. He feels the tighten of Ro's sack just below where his lips surround him and he sinks downward, meanly rolling him to the base in his lips and pulling at the skin at the joint of his thighs, stretching at his taint without giving kind relief to the muscle tensing between.]
[Feeling his hair gripped, another, louder growl builds in his throat before it's interrupted by the sudden slide of Rokurou's cock further down the bed of his tongue and into the tender clutch of his throat; his eye widens, pupil going narrow, and then he hisses harshly at the back of his throat as he tries to yank back again. Rokurou's hold is harsh, but not quite enough to keep him from yanking back again, and a messy smear of pre darts across his cheek as he drops Ro's poor, spitty cock right back onto his belly in a sad and sudden loss of that sweet warmth.]
Stop that. Why are you so difficult, [He demands like a put-upon mother, reaching up to dig one hand's blunt "claws" into Ro's wrist and wrench it away. He tries to do something nice, on his own birthday, and this is what he gets!!]
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[Most of the time it seems to be the latter, but surely it'll pay off one of these days, right?
In a fancy dress.Unfortunately for Ro, but Matoba knows what he likes. Being nursed, unrelenting and cruel suction that demands all of him, bids him to empty over his tongue. What Rokurou likes is pleasure and pain. He feels the tighten of Ro's sack just below where his lips surround him and he sinks downward, meanly rolling him to the base in his lips and pulling at the skin at the joint of his thighs, stretching at his taint without giving kind relief to the muscle tensing between.][Feeling his hair gripped, another, louder growl builds in his throat before it's interrupted by the sudden slide of Rokurou's cock further down the bed of his tongue and into the tender clutch of his throat; his eye widens, pupil going narrow, and then he hisses harshly at the back of his throat as he tries to yank back again. Rokurou's hold is harsh, but not quite enough to keep him from yanking back again, and a messy smear of pre darts across his cheek as he drops Ro's poor, spitty cock right back onto his belly in a sad and sudden loss of that sweet warmth.]
Stop that. Why are you so difficult, [He demands like a put-upon mother, reaching up to dig one hand's blunt "claws" into Ro's wrist and wrench it away. He tries to do something nice, on his own birthday, and this is what he gets!!]