That said: Fucking finally, he thought he was going to die from all the blood headed directly to his dick and nowhere else. Wolfwood feels so damn good every time, and Ain's hips rock back into his boyfriend's to meet his thrusts.
RIP to the inside of this dress, it will never be the same.
But while he's gripping the slats in the confessional wall for dear life, there is... a prayer on his lips. Quite literally. Because Ain has not blasphemed enough today, and all of it is half-moaned out while he's being railed stupid.]
O-Oh Father... f-forgive me... as I come bef-fore you in this sacrament— nnh— of confession...
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That said: Fucking finally, he thought he was going to die from all the blood headed directly to his dick and nowhere else. Wolfwood feels so damn good every time, and Ain's hips rock back into his boyfriend's to meet his thrusts.
RIP to the inside of this dress, it will never be the same.
But while he's gripping the slats in the confessional wall for dear life, there is... a prayer on his lips. Quite literally. Because Ain has not blasphemed enough today, and all of it is half-moaned out while he's being railed stupid.]
O-Oh Father... f-forgive me... as I come bef-fore you in this sacrament— nnh— of confession...