（ he stays there until he can feel the involuntary flutter of sasuke's throat work around the crown of his dick, until an absence of oxygen takes him right to the edge of a swoon and then he pulls back — only to wipe his cock against sasuke's cheek to halfly dry it before he tucks himself back in his pants. ）
There you go. Thank you for cleaning up your mess.
（ he cards a hand through sasuke's hair, and then slips back around behind him to tend to the second insertion — this dildo is markedly shorter, but it's thicker — though not beyond what sasuke can comfortably take. he tugs the machine into place and aligns the dildo so it will plunge into him the moment it's turned on, though he rubs it between the pretty folds of his pussy first before nudging it just barely inside him. there's a hard press of his palm against the boy's clit, and then he steps away to admire his work. speculatively — ）
Now, we need to figure out what to do with your tits. I've got a few ideas. I could tie them with weights — （ this is punctuated by him reaching down to squeeze one breast and to close his fingers tight against it, pulling it downward by a pinch to the nipple until the skin is taut and there's a spatter of milk on the floor. ） that will make them sway with every thrust of the machine. I could hit them with a riding crop until they're pretty and bruised for me, until you're crying from the pain.
（ a rougher tightening of his fingers accompanies that one, deliberately pressing bruises and a cruel twist of the breast until he gets some physical sign of pain from sasuke significant enough that he eases off. ）
You remember the humbler, right? How snug it felt against you, how well it kept you on your knees for me, how perfectly it presented your balls for torment? I could do something like that with your tits. Or I could just... （ another squeeze, another yield of milk in a messy spill across his fingertips, which he raises to his own mouth and tastes with an appreciative sound. ） milk you, and take that bountiful yield to feed your men. So they know everything you've sacrificed for their safety.
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There you go. Thank you for cleaning up your mess.
（ he cards a hand through sasuke's hair, and then slips back around behind him to tend to the second insertion — this dildo is markedly shorter, but it's thicker — though not beyond what sasuke can comfortably take. he tugs the machine into place and aligns the dildo so it will plunge into him the moment it's turned on, though he rubs it between the pretty folds of his pussy first before nudging it just barely inside him. there's a hard press of his palm against the boy's clit, and then he steps away to admire his work. speculatively — ）
Now, we need to figure out what to do with your tits. I've got a few ideas. I could tie them with weights — （ this is punctuated by him reaching down to squeeze one breast and to close his fingers tight against it, pulling it downward by a pinch to the nipple until the skin is taut and there's a spatter of milk on the floor. ） that will make them sway with every thrust of the machine. I could hit them with a riding crop until they're pretty and bruised for me, until you're crying from the pain.
（ a rougher tightening of his fingers accompanies that one, deliberately pressing bruises and a cruel twist of the breast until he gets some physical sign of pain from sasuke significant enough that he eases off. ）
You remember the humbler, right? How snug it felt against you, how well it kept you on your knees for me, how perfectly it presented your balls for torment? I could do something like that with your tits. Or I could just... （ another squeeze, another yield of milk in a messy spill across his fingertips, which he raises to his own mouth and tastes with an appreciative sound. ） milk you, and take that bountiful yield to feed your men. So they know everything you've sacrificed for their safety.