Long fingers worked their way down, and dug inside him. Xnxx There was a sound like a great bird taking flight, and then he was gone. Brentt almost collapsed when he felt a pair of hard, cold points on the side of his neck. Piercing his reverie, it came. For the first time, Brentt heard Sarachan breathe. He was early – he’d been waiting for this moment for years, in a way – and he was far too scared, too exhilarated, to be late. A second hand ripped Brentt’s jeans off in one swift movement. His long raincoat flapped in the wind, slower and more deliberately than it should have. Sarachan had seen him, and he had been marked. He felt Sarachan’s nails dig into the soft hollows by his hips, the slight pop of released tension as they cut into him, the cool air stinging it just slightly. Read 10437 times |
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A cool, manicured, pale hand was extended to him, and he took it. One final movement, and Sarachan was buried deep inside Brentt, motionless again. Sarachan dropped his hand and drifted silently back towards the centre of the clearing, leaving Brentt to stand.
