<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>Jereil moaned almost desperately as such sensitive flesh was squeezed and his body threatened to collapse.  His breathing was labored, but with a dusting of lust and need, bucking his hips lightly when fingers at work would brush against the right places.  He carried a wry smile, arching his back into the touch across his front, and didn't hesitate as he was commanded to follow.  He allowed his body to fall onto the furs and linen of his bedding, offering a hand up toward his guest in hopes he could coax him into his lap; his free hand attempted to work his pant strings loose the rest of the way as quickly as possible.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- his bedroom</div>