[C'mon- like his bulges can be blamed for being so enthusiastic when there's an eager stud like Dualscar between his legs and so eager to please? The feel of that tongue sliding against one bulge is nearly enough to have him lean back and just focus on nothing but that sensation. Just as tempting, however, is curling up with his fingers kneading through those wavy locks and watching through narrowed eyes at those fingers guide his other between them. There's already slick gold smeared along his rings.]

God, 22, look tho hot like thith, on your kneeth with your mouth full... The thingth I'd do to you to make you thquirm...

[The dirty praise gets cut off by each particularly skillful twist of Dualscar's tongue or his fingers, but he presses on regardless even as his teeth dig into his lip from the shocks of pleasure.]