Sinric tries to make out the work but it is lost in the murmur of skin and
the pounding of his own racing pulse. His song or praise and glory seems to
take on a life of it's own, more a compulsion than an act of will now. His
little snail jumps and leaks with eagerness, arching into hardness.
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Date: 2016-05-18 11:46 pm (UTC)Sinric tries to make out the work but it is lost in the murmur of skin and the pounding of his own racing pulse. His song or praise and glory seems to take on a life of it's own, more a compulsion than an act of will now. His little snail jumps and leaks with eagerness, arching into hardness.