‘I start off by stripping off his coat, his vests, his shirt, all the while hungrily leaving kisses across his neck, his lips, his bare skin. My kisses trail down the sculpted muscles of his chest, before I swiftly start to unbutton his breeches. “You’re a greedy one,” he remarks with a smirk. I smile back. “It’s your birthday, Arno Dorian,” I say sweetly, “I must see you in your birthday suit.” And, pulling his breeches off, I smother his thick, rigid cock with my mouth.’

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