Clajak unhappy with role reversal...sort of.
Egilka looked over
his naked, prone body again. The Imdiko’s eyes smoldered, and the hard planes
of his face softened as desire announced itself on his expression. Clajak’s
heart sped up to see the bald want on Egilka’s face. How many of his fantasies
of Egilka had included him looking at Clajak that very way? Too many to count.
Now that it had finally happened, Clajak was in no position to capitalize on
it.
You sneaky bastard. You’re supposed to be on
your knees before me, looking up at me like that. Eager to please me and be
pleasured in return ... not eager to make me pay.
Egilka stared at
Clajak’s cocks. Egilka’s hurt feelings, Clajak’s parents’ disappointment, and
the coming punishment had done nothing to diminish their hard demand. Long,
thick, and glistening with arousal fluids, they jerked to be regarded by the
Imdiko. A pearly drop formed on the larger one. Clajak bit back a groan at
their persistent ache.
Egilka groaned for
him. “Ancestors help me.” He drew a deep breath, as if to gather his strength.
With a more determined air, he said, “Let’s start with this.”
The Imdiko bent
forward, his lips parting. Clajak cried out, scarcely believing his good
fortune. Warm breath enfolded his primary cock an instant before Egilka’s mouth
closed over the sensitive tip. Egilka kept driving down, swallowing half its
length before coming to a halt.
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