Ursalo's purring was continuous as he watched Jera's private little performance, a gentle applaud for every act, the hardness of his cocks a standing ovation.<br/><br/>"Now what kind of lover would I be," Ursalo hummed, the words blending with the breathy, hissing purrs so that it came out of him like velvet, "if I thought of othersss when I have you... like thisss."<br/><br/>Ursalo brushed his knuckles against Jera's knee, a teasing caress as he slid up the freckled thigh, passing through the slick that had spilled there.<br/><br/>"My thoughtsss are ssso filled with you, there might as well have been no one elssse," he murmured as a thumb stroked along Jera's heavy sack, shifting the plump testicles that laid inside. This was another quirk of anatomy that had caught his fascination, the vulnerable little purse that hung beneath Jera's hard cock.