[Yet another haughty nobleman, effectively cut down to size. Not a bad catch for what began as a mere barter.
Despite the sheer salaciousness of it—or perhaps because of it—McGillis revels in every lewd moment. He knows very well that Jeremiah has lost; he knows very well that he was to blame and that Jeremiah will not soon forget every sight and every sound of what took place here. As his composure cracks, as he chants oh, oh, oh, McGillis grins like an absolute fox. Almost mean, almost mocking, except he won't deny the man his rightful reward. He managed to last this long, after all, longer than most. Seeing him through was the least he could do.
It may have been a little cruel but McGillis likes it a lot worse. Parting his lips and awaiting his own reward, McGillis catches a few drops on his tongue while the rest of that furious orgasm will find a home all over that beautiful face. Streaking his cheeks, painting his skin, soiling his hair and dripping down his nose. Somehow it seems to suit him, that defilement, that ruin.
Sticky seed coats his fingers and falls into his waiting mouth, wide enough for Jeremiah to witness. Yet unsatisfied, he unzips the front of his suit and proceeds to jack off into his other hand. Until he comes too and makes an even bigger mess and it was impossible to tell who did what and where. Maybe that was the whole point. Maybe it was a not so subtle form of entrapment.
You can't escape me now, so says the snake. The snake that now rests on its laurels, recovering from its hearty meal.]
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Despite the sheer salaciousness of it—or perhaps because of it—McGillis revels in every lewd moment. He knows very well that Jeremiah has lost; he knows very well that he was to blame and that Jeremiah will not soon forget every sight and every sound of what took place here. As his composure cracks, as he chants oh, oh, oh, McGillis grins like an absolute fox. Almost mean, almost mocking, except he won't deny the man his rightful reward. He managed to last this long, after all, longer than most. Seeing him through was the least he could do.
It may have been a little cruel but McGillis likes it a lot worse. Parting his lips and awaiting his own reward, McGillis catches a few drops on his tongue while the rest of that furious orgasm will find a home all over that beautiful face. Streaking his cheeks, painting his skin, soiling his hair and dripping down his nose. Somehow it seems to suit him, that defilement, that ruin.
Sticky seed coats his fingers and falls into his waiting mouth, wide enough for Jeremiah to witness. Yet unsatisfied, he unzips the front of his suit and proceeds to jack off into his other hand. Until he comes too and makes an even bigger mess and it was impossible to tell who did what and where. Maybe that was the whole point. Maybe it was a not so subtle form of entrapment.
You can't escape me now, so says the snake. The snake that now rests on its laurels, recovering from its hearty meal.]