[While he can take Drew's big boy into his mouth, it's probably obvious that Toby doesn't normally give head. But that's not his end-game here—he wants Drew wet, really wet, and he set out to make that happen. He's had well over two centuries to develop the sort of patience it takes to line things up the way he wants to, at least when it comes to playing this game.
However, there is something that Toby hadn't quite counted on: experiencing Drew in this highly sensory nature. Here, Drew's hot, musky scent is all around him, more potent than ever. And Toby finds himself relishing in the immense heat of Drew's cock, as well as the taste. He momentarily gets lost in it and almost doesn't notice Drew's hand in his hair, doesn't mind Drew thrusting as he washes his saliva all over Drew's dick.
Toby takes it for no more than a minute before pulling away, trailing saliva. He takes Drew's hand from his hair, yanks Drew down and lies him on his back before looming over him. Then he straddles Drew, spreading his thighs and rubbing his cock against Drew's.]
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However, there is something that Toby hadn't quite counted on: experiencing Drew in this highly sensory nature. Here, Drew's hot, musky scent is all around him, more potent than ever. And Toby finds himself relishing in the immense heat of Drew's cock, as well as the taste. He momentarily gets lost in it and almost doesn't notice Drew's hand in his hair, doesn't mind Drew thrusting as he washes his saliva all over Drew's dick.
Toby takes it for no more than a minute before pulling away, trailing saliva. He takes Drew's hand from his hair, yanks Drew down and lies him on his back before looming over him. Then he straddles Drew, spreading his thighs and rubbing his cock against Drew's.]