As the tip of his cock disappeared between Parker’s soft and inviting lips, Quill almost feel backwards, almost allowed himself to just fall onto his back in a drunken and catatonic haze, so utterly contented by the avid ministrations of Peter’s virgin mouth that remembering to stand up straight suddenly seemed like a trivial side quest. As his cock slid further and further into Peter’s face, breaking in new sensations and having the honour of being the first person to feel the back of his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Quill found himself almost forgetting to breathe, too.…… Read More

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