[ Yes, love, and I know are cooed over and again, until Adar is a shuddering mess and his cock is sticky between them. Only then does Sauron rear back a little to start fucking him in earnest the way he wants, curling a loose fist around the tip of his lover's straining cock to give him sparse friction compared to how he's being filled, fast and demanding. Sauron's breath comes shorter, sweat on his brow and neck as he looks down on him approvingly, thumb rubbing the seam where his cock keeps stretching that tight ring.
Adar feels very, very good in his own right and has the lieutenant of Angband moaning as golden hair spills, head tipping back. A nail rubs over the slit of Adar's weeping cock, pressing in to open him up there too; yellow eyes alight on Adar's face, a dark teasing humour shared as he licks his lips. ]
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Adar feels very, very good in his own right and has the lieutenant of Angband moaning as golden hair spills, head tipping back. A nail rubs over the slit of Adar's weeping cock, pressing in to open him up there too; yellow eyes alight on Adar's face, a dark teasing humour shared as he licks his lips. ]
Prettiest bitch I could ever hope to breed.