The Decor - Part 4 (Patreon)

The fur on his chest no longer itches my torso.

I can feel his lips becoming warmer.

I send my tongue forward. His lips surrender and grant me entrance.

I yearn for the feeling of his warm breath mixed with mine, but it's not just there yet.

The muscles of his shoulder are becoming softer. I grab him even harder.

My hand on his cock is still far away from that sweet warm feeling. 

I continue rubbing his dick, knowing he is being consumed by my touch.