Asher moans loudly, the duel assault of Jean-Claude on his neck, Anita at his groin, almost too much.
"Mon dieu," he groans, "you two will be the death of me." He cannot grow hard, of course, but the pleasure is still intense, making him writhe underneath them.
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Date: 2009-10-05 06:11 pm (UTC)"Mon dieu," he groans, "you two will be the death of me." He cannot grow hard, of course, but the pleasure is still intense, making him writhe underneath them.