The twitch and tremble of muscles is subtle, but impossible for Caleb to miss with his face buried between Yussa's legs. There is a swell of satisfied pride at getting any reaction at all, though the wetness he can feel dripping around his fingers would be proof enough of Yussa's enjoyment. His lips seal tight around his clit and his fingers bend just enough to press past his entrance, just barely.
Following the subtle cues of Yussa's body, Caleb happily passes time laving lips and tongue over the apex of his folds as he gradually fills his cunt with two fingers, finding where those inner muscles clench and soothing them with a slow, deep stretch.
"Always so tight," he sighs, voice low and rough and close enough that Yussa will still feel his breath against his clit. His fingers rock inside the hot, slick channel clamping down on them. "I am still surprised that my cock fits inside you so well. I wish that I could show you how incredible you feel stretching around me, Yussa. You have a cunt any man would empty his purse to fuck." His thumb replaces his mouth as he uses it to talk filth instead, making slow, tight circles where he knows Yussa would want his touch most. "That is hardly necessary for you, of course. You are a very rich man, and you have spread your legs for me frequently enough that I assume my cock is sufficient to satisfy you, which I am grateful for. Ah, but regardless--even if you did charge for the pleasure, I would be lucky enough to use it for free today anyway."
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Following the subtle cues of Yussa's body, Caleb happily passes time laving lips and tongue over the apex of his folds as he gradually fills his cunt with two fingers, finding where those inner muscles clench and soothing them with a slow, deep stretch.
"Always so tight," he sighs, voice low and rough and close enough that Yussa will still feel his breath against his clit. His fingers rock inside the hot, slick channel clamping down on them. "I am still surprised that my cock fits inside you so well. I wish that I could show you how incredible you feel stretching around me, Yussa. You have a cunt any man would empty his purse to fuck." His thumb replaces his mouth as he uses it to talk filth instead, making slow, tight circles where he knows Yussa would want his touch most. "That is hardly necessary for you, of course. You are a very rich man, and you have spread your legs for me frequently enough that I assume my cock is sufficient to satisfy you, which I am grateful for. Ah, but regardless--even if you did charge for the pleasure, I would be lucky enough to use it for free today anyway."
His fingers crook up to rub against soft walls as they curl in and out, and his lips take over again, sucking in earnest as he hopes Yussa finds his deliberately risquΓ© dirty talk arousing rather than just disrespectful. It is a bit raunchy and more than a little impertinent, especially coming from Caleb, to suggest that the archmage of Tidepeak Tower, who owns half the city, could successfully take up whoring if he wanted. But the praise and appreciation that was an undercurrent to all of it could not be more sincere.