The Written Word

[font=Arial, serif]“Never been one to believe in Gods, but you keep singing my praises and I might be converted.” With a final dusky chuckle, Ruth went back to working over Fae’s length. Shifting slightly, gaining a little height his mouth worked from base to tip. He’d pause, only to tease the man’s beading head with his lips, the added swirl of a tongue or a ghostly lick just to see how mad he could drive the other. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif]His gaze hooded by lust, moans peppered out throughout the service. Ruth’s own hips shifted, trying to alleviate the pressure building in his own cock, but that would come after his first course.[/font]