[ Certainly worth the indignity of gagging a bit there to have Basch lost so to the throes of pleasure. He’s passingly optimistic that the slip in his performance went unnoticed, no less, swallowing what he can before he pulls off, one hand stroking Basch through the last dregs of his orgasm. Face flushed and lips wet and swollen, he’s sure he’s a bit of a sight, but it’s nothing a hastily produced lace embroidered handkerchief can’t discreetly neaten up a bit before discarding it to the side. ]
I daresay there’s a job well done, mm? [ His voice is rougher than usual, but the tone is distinctly self-satisfied as he clambers up to sprawl along his side as he’s bidden. He spreads a hand flat out on Basch’s abs, fingers moving in an absent pattern, patient in the afterglow.
Fran has him well-trained, not that he’d ever admit it. ]
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I daresay there’s a job well done, mm? [ His voice is rougher than usual, but the tone is distinctly self-satisfied as he clambers up to sprawl along his side as he’s bidden. He spreads a hand flat out on Basch’s abs, fingers moving in an absent pattern, patient in the afterglow.
Fran has him well-trained, not that he’d ever admit it. ]