[The witch's blood is a hell of a drug, because Hector's cock doesn't even flag when he comes. He's still hard, still needs more.
He turns his face so Everett's lips can move from ears and cheeks to his mouth. He drinks in the praise, flustered and flushed but putting aside the humiliation of being spanked for the pride of having been a magnificent pet.]
Your pet, yes. Need you, sir.
[If he can wiggle his way into Everett's lap, he will.]
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He turns his face so Everett's lips can move from ears and cheeks to his mouth. He drinks in the praise, flustered and flushed but putting aside the humiliation of being spanked for the pride of having been a magnificent pet.]
Your pet, yes. Need you, sir.
[If he can wiggle his way into Everett's lap, he will.]
'm yours. How d' you want me?