Re: Playrooms
Emrys thrived off of the praise, the simple words only fueling him to perform better. His jaw was aching and tears were starting to escape his eyes as he bobbed his mouth more quickly, sucking harder. His own erection was aching and if he were able to speak he would be weeping and begging his master to let him cum. Instead he just writhes on the bench with a whimper, hoping the vampire would ease his arousal.