[ He's happy to lift his chest and shrug the shirt off, he fights it off his wrist with a haphazard flick. When he settles back down, it's to run his tongue down their chest. The serpent's tongue is a sensitive organ, the distinct taste of each of his lovers is a unique pleasure. He makes it down to the band of their pants, taking hold and wriggling them down, off.
He pushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead as he leans down, extending the long tongue to lick at their growing arousal. Forked tongue cirling the crown and slit. ]
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He pushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead as he leans down, extending the long tongue to lick at their growing arousal. Forked tongue cirling the crown and slit. ]