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Summary
"Please taste me, Al," Vox whispered out, clenching his hands into fists, stuck between his back and the bed. His shoulders felt strained, aching from the pressure against them from the ropes.
Alastor leaned forward, his face close to Vox's screen. "Ask me again," he said with a smile.
Vox gulped, tilting his head up to look directly into those pink, calculating eyes. "Please put your mouth on me."
Alastor blinked down at him, feigning ignorance. "Where?"
Vox's face flushed blue. "My-my cunt."
His grin sharpened dangerously, the teeth reflecting the low glow of Vox's screen. "I suppose I could offer you my mouth since you asked so nicely," he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Put your legs down, dear."
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Alastor goes down on trans Vox.
Series
- Part 3 of No-Touch-Top Alastor Album
