And here, I thought - - you weren't as delicate as I.

[ his voice is uneven, thick with pleasure and when Emet-Selch touches his cock he rolls his hips forward with a sharp groan, but he still can't resist sneaking the comments in when he can.

he at least doesn't scrape with his nails again but he does lift one hand to Emet-Selch's shoulder to tug him down, closer, aiming to drag him into a rough kiss as he rocks down onto his cock.]