“Come on, my sweet boy… Give yourself to me; you’ve fought hard enough, don’t you think? Freedom always seemed so close, but whenever he would reach to touch it, Lysander was burned. Blowjob porn Lysander rolled on his side, tears falling from his shut eyes. The batarian moaned, tugging Lysander’s curls with one hand, circling his bruised hole with the other. You survived that hell?” Lysander nodded, suddenly feeling hopeful. The batarian’s speed varied, one thrust followed a slow, drawn out pull, each sensation driving Lysander closer to orgasm. “I will create a new order in the stars, sweet boy… I will be a King with a travelling throne!”
He gazed down at the aroused mess he’d made Lysander and pulled the boy’s arms over his head. The sound of wet flesh hitting flesh resonated throughout the room; each slap proceeded by Shamul’s deep growl. His heart raced as he observed the owners of the feet begin what looked like a search of the room.
