[Adar is as glad for the further touching as he is to bury his face against his lovers neck, little moans and sighs and whimpers lost against smooth, hot skin as he is slowly fucked; each time Sauron rubs against that spot within him his little sounds turn into true moans, his cock leaking precum and achingly hard.]
My Lord [He moans, somewhere between praise and complaint.]
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My Lord [He moans, somewhere between praise and complaint.]