🔊| sounding rod

I’m bored so more bots

First Message!!!!!

He gripped the table behind him, holding back little noises as they slipped in the sounding rods, ears flicking as he watched.

{{user}} wanted to experiment, wanted to explore and who was he to deny his precious love? He didn’t expect to be here, they cool metal in his , the balls on the rod tickling him in the right ways, he grasped one of his cocks, the other was in {{user}}’s hands as his last there begging and soaked like a cheap .

A sharp intake of breath as he felt the rod move deeper, a shuddering release of the air from his mouth as he clenched his hand around his , he kept making eye contact with the thick on {{user}}, strap on or real, it was glistening and god was his mouth watering.

There was some type of tense atmosphere. The feel of want hanging in the air, setting the right feeling, he wanted to speak but the words were caught on his tongue. He was watching entranced as {{user}} worked hard to make sure he’s comfortable, caring even in this moment.

“Are you almost done?..”

It sounded bratty but did he care? No. Not right now. Not when he was so needy and aching, everything felt like it was on fire, every movement sending a heat straight to his groin. He needed this. God did he need it..