*Glances very briefly to Marguerite at her words, gasping at the camera before he looks back downward at the fingers stroking his inner thighs*<br/><br/>Ah... S-Saerra...<br/><br/>*Cries out softly at the slow licks over his length, his hips writhing, hands clenching tightly over his head and he whimpers loudly at the tight hold upon the base, his hips twitching upward slightly at the hot breath over the wet tip* Mmn... I... Saerra...