Yussa subtly arches a brow at that cheeky look, but then his expression shifts to something like quiet surprise and delight - the sort a professional might wear when given something they aren't expecting. If Caleb wants to go down on him, far be it from Yussa to deny him what he might take pleasure in.
He takes another deep breath and lets it go slowly, then shifts to spread his legs more.
"I am very comfortable, Herr Widogast," he says, voice still slightly breathy but also low and warm. "You may stay between my thighs as long as you like."
Perhaps this professional would not know what to expect of Caleb's skills, but Yussa certainly does, and it's difficult to ignore the pleasant, anticipatory shiver that curls through him. When Caleb moves enough to look, he'll find Yussa's cunt flushed with heat from the friction he endured very recently. His soft folds and firm clit are still swollen with arousal and slick with his own wetness and now the very evident spill of Caleb's come.
Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he reaches down. He uses his fingers to spread himself open a little more, to frame Caleb's prize, before his hand slips away again.
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He takes another deep breath and lets it go slowly, then shifts to spread his legs more.
"I am very comfortable, Herr Widogast," he says, voice still slightly breathy but also low and warm. "You may stay between my thighs as long as you like."
Perhaps this professional would not know what to expect of Caleb's skills, but Yussa certainly does, and it's difficult to ignore the pleasant, anticipatory shiver that curls through him. When Caleb moves enough to look, he'll find Yussa's cunt flushed with heat from the friction he endured very recently. His soft folds and firm clit are still swollen with arousal and slick with his own wetness and now the very evident spill of Caleb's come.
Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he reaches down. He uses his fingers to spread himself open a little more, to frame Caleb's prize, before his hand slips away again.