[ Unfortunately, all Sinclair has is the wall in front of him. There's nothing to grab onto. His thumb smears the precum over the tip, rubbing it gently, as he continues to nip at Sinclair's ear. ]
I love you, Emil. I love you... so much.
[ He whispers into his ear, panting as he does so. ]
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I love you, Emil. I love you... so much.
[ He whispers into his ear, panting as he does so. ]
Mm, does it feel good? What do you want me to do?