It seems that business edge is back to their conversation, though the way his hands are rubbing down Gortash's flank is certainly not from their previous meetings. His hands are surprisingly warm for such a cold look. Though the slightest hint of something approving is held way back, only visible if really squinting.
"Name your preference," he says with a sudden interest in his voice that eventually turns into action. His hands grip at the manacles and toss them to the bed before returning to Gortash, settling at his shoulders and pressing that familiar weight down upon them to send him to his knees. It seems he's looking for a repeat of before, though at least this time he's sitting on the edge of the bed. His hips won't have free enough motion to fuck Gortash's mouth too hard as long as he stays sitting.
"I would advise you to say it quickly," he adds, fingers reaching to his trousers and tugging at the fastenings. Barely a moment later he's pulling his cock from the confines, half hard and only getting harder by the second.
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"Name your preference," he says with a sudden interest in his voice that eventually turns into action. His hands grip at the manacles and toss them to the bed before returning to Gortash, settling at his shoulders and pressing that familiar weight down upon them to send him to his knees. It seems he's looking for a repeat of before, though at least this time he's sitting on the edge of the bed. His hips won't have free enough motion to fuck Gortash's mouth too hard as long as he stays sitting.
"I would advise you to say it quickly," he adds, fingers reaching to his trousers and tugging at the fastenings. Barely a moment later he's pulling his cock from the confines, half hard and only getting harder by the second.