Vorfreude
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He went along with the movement, happy to finally be off his feet, though embarrassed with his legs wide open. Reiner could see everything, well, just as much now as his boxers were pulled down and the seeping mess of precum dribbling down the head of his cock. The wood of the stool was cold on his backside but he still burned so, legs splayed about for easier access to the erection nestled in a crown of curly, rich black pubic hair.
Hiding his eyes behind long, thin fingers, the giant of a boy wasn't entirely sure what to wonder what Reiner meant. Whatever Reiner was going to do, he needed to do it fast before the shopkeeper realized how long they were taking in the dressing room. "M-my first--?" Bertholdt breathed out, looking down at the blond between his tan legs and the hand nestled on the thick of his cock.









