uncle blaidd dick on mind again part 2 here he'd apologize for how it smells but otherwise wouldn't complain when you makeout with the lips of his puffy sheathe, stirring pre round the slimy tip of his cock where it'd nudge out and against the back of your throat when you get too lost in the heady taste of it similarly gurranq is a rank old beast who's been caked in his own matted musk for what, years? probably hasn't left the sanctum in forever, nary a thought of self pleasure when he's so set on other particulars so imagine his utter shock when someone starts curiously looking under his robes obviously you have no weapon drawn, so why does he feel so tense with someone so tiny scurrying between his legs? the skittering halt of a whimper stops short of a confused groan when you engulf his mast in a slurry of one sided affection, arms heaving down his sheathe to draw it back and forth
the steady wet crackling of his member weighs down your shoulder, growing in such a way it's aimed down at you, pouring globs of salty backed up pre in a wash of weak spurts when you go to lift it from where it's pinned you, you realize shortly that gurranq has taken matters into his own hands with but an inquisitive thrust, his glide takes up the full front of your body- all you can do is hug around it as his breathing grows heavy, low rumblings incoherent fall from his lips as he lowers his stance, more feral, his shaft aims to sweep in short arcs, runny sprays jet across your torso against the dampened cloth of your garments, you slide more easily with his heavy and throbbing mass. so he basically ends up humping the fuck out of your body full frontal covering you with cum since lets be fr there's no way he's gonna fit. BLAIDD on the other hand is gonna wanna fit he may be boorish, maybe ignorant of what a risk it poses, but he's expectant that you'll be able to take him if you prepare well enough (partly because he wants you that bad so he's fooling himself into thinking it'll workout easily with time and effort.) he'd go slow at first, stretching you open on him until he hears you wincing, then he'll soothe you with a few soft circles, maybe a lick along your neck with a soft utterance that you're doing well taking him then he'd slowly gyrate, opening you for the rest of his middle as he eases in a soft moan would leave him, the warmth unbelievable, and you really are taking him better than he thought you would- he brought much more oil after all, though perhaps the prep was enough? he'd circled your rim and pried your hole with slick pumping as you kissed and felt one another's bodies... the memory of how sloppy your insides felt with just a few fingers serves him well, he can't help but compare you to a whore- so eager to swallow his manhood up like this...you make him proud he hasn't had much experience with intimacy, but he figures he must be doing a good job if you're so messy he comments as such, "so soft...ought to be the kind of hole a man should expect to enter, eh?" his hands grow possessive, sinking into the pliant flesh-meat bent under him, muscle soaked in shared fluids all flushed and he gives your flank a hearty spank when he gets well into it he knows you can take it at this point, his panting grows thick with haste as do his lack of manners. chivalry dies against the pointed skewering of his thick cock slapping hard in wet thrusts- knot built up to bullying it's way like a hog into the lips of your hole, prying tight and pulling back the distance of each hard bump grows shorter, then he's simply grinding- tongue out, drool like tar steaming down your back as he allows his weight to sink in...it's warm, pulsating, and he keeps you tied to him for moments too long, though you're safe enough under his bulk
