𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜
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“Not just any pathetic whore.” Valshe breathed warmly against Will’s neck, his tongue brushing up to his jaw and to his earlobe where he began whispering. “You are my pathetic whore.” The blond used his free hand to unzip his own trousers, slowly pulling them down as his own hardened member was twitching under the fabrics of his underwear.
He purred with a grin across his features, moving the Reaper’s legs to lean on Valshe’s shoulders as he positioned himself in between them. “I think you deserve to be treated nicely tonight.” He commented, pulling his undergarments down and revealing his cock, already pushing it against Will’s entrance but he hadn’t decided on moving further just yet.
“You tell me... How do you want me to fuck you?”














