Mmnnnhhhh.... [yes, that wasxa pleased moan. Ace gripped the blankets beneath Marco tighter and tried to keep his wits about him. He scratched along the older mans torsos as he leaned closer, straddling his waist and turning to repeat the same action to the avian.]
Marco, stop trying to distract me, this is about you. Not me.
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Marco, stop trying to distract me, this is about you. Not me.