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OWEN SHAW | 35

Born and raised in London, resident of the world. Any more personal information given only to those willing to ask for it.

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1/2 here it comes

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[ For as much as Shaw tries to tense and hide his reactions, closing his eyes, biting his lip, stilling his hips... it's still more than enough for Thor to enjoy and to keep doing just what he's doing, the long drag and suck of his mouth, deep and warm, exhaling hot on each pull back, loosening his throat every time he presses forward again to the tight ring of his fingers at the base of Shaw's cock. It's a practiced art, yes. Thor's had a lot of time to improve, and fucking kept him out of the trouble his fighting usually caused. He's still learning, though. There's always more to learn, especially when you're fucking someone new, and so he listens and glances up at Shaw every chance he gets, to enjoy the sight, and gauge his reactions, and find when he can give more.

The words make it pretty obvious. Thor laughs, low in his throat, as he pulls back finally, replacing the pull of his mouth with the stroke of his hand again as he answers, and his other hand searches the bed near Shaw's side for the lube from before. ]

I've never been called a monster for sucking cock before. I could stop, if you'd like.

[ Thor offers just to hear the opposite, and hfinally, his hand finds its aim in his blind groping. He grabs up one of the packets from the sheets, and then opens it as he's opened half a dozen of them before: by tearing the foil of it with his teeth. ]