[Confidence has no say when the real thing getting Adrian going here is the fact that it's Rosso down there between his legs. He could be doing the worst job in the world and it wouldn't matter in the slightest. In fact, Rosso has some gal to even think he's doing bad because look at him go, licking and kissing and doing all of these little things that are already leaving Adrian sweating up there.
He has nothing to worry about.
And then, then, Rosso has finally figured out The Suck, and Adrian's fully on board. He moans, and he doesn't even bother to try stifling it with his hand like Rosso was earlier, because remember: he does not care anymore. He wants Rosso to hear just how pent up he is as he lays his head back against his pillows. He'll be able to feel Adrian's long tail curve up against his back, flicking gently there once before it settles like a fluffy weight against him, careful to stay still so he doesn't accidentally stab him with his stinger or something.
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He has nothing to worry about.
And then, then, Rosso has finally figured out The Suck, and Adrian's fully on board. He moans, and he doesn't even bother to try stifling it with his hand like Rosso was earlier, because remember: he does not care anymore. He wants Rosso to hear just how pent up he is as he lays his head back against his pillows. He'll be able to feel Adrian's long tail curve up against his back, flicking gently there once before it settles like a fluffy weight against him, careful to stay still so he doesn't accidentally stab him with his stinger or something.
Paralyzing your partner during sex isn't sexy!]
That's it...god, Ainen...