General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

Billy's eyes were fixed on Lyrin the prey knowing his bully was itching for a reason to pull back and leave him stiff as a board. But as Lyrin swallowed and held his breath, he snickered, amused by his past driven resolve. He pushed forward, starting to wrap his lips around his shaft, sealing around him slowly as the warmth and wetness of his mouth enveloped Lyrin. He dragged his nails over his hips pushing forward almost painfully slowly, letting his tongue drag all the way down , only for him to pull himself slowly back up.
 
Billy pressured him second by second, almost as if he loved the task itself. Impossible ofcourse, Billy was a selfish bastard, a cruel cold thing that just enjoyed inflicting pain for thrills and control. While Lyrin was driven ever closer to the edge, his masters fingers stroking hus sack, abd teasing his ass to push him to the brink....Billy suddenly would pull back, snatching away the sweet pleasures as he stood up to get dressed.
 

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