Sinric groans warmly, taking Hannibal to the root, moving with him with ease.
He draws back to kiss the tip of his manhood, moving to straddle him, not yet taking him in but pressing against him, feeling the heft of him in a moment of delayed gratification.
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He draws back to kiss the tip of his manhood, moving to straddle him, not yet taking him in but pressing against him, feeling the heft of him in a moment of delayed gratification.