[Mabu doesn't even bother with fiddling with the cap, choosing instead to crush the bottle in his hand over Natsume. Most of it goes where intended, and the statue wastes no time in bowing back down, mouth open, to swallow Natsume's cock right into his mouth. The lube is the perfect replacement for the saliva that marble can't produce.
Natsume hadn't expected the move at all, but it's all he can do to try to cling to the marble chaise and not let himself slide away. Though with the grip Mabu has on his leg, that probably wasn't possible either. The golden etchings of a cherry blossom tree across Natsume's body start to flicker in response to the pleasure Natsume is feeling. When the statue drops Natsume's cock from its mouth to delve lower, the noises Natsume was making suddenly go a pitch higher.
It was quite the sight for a voyeur. A large, muscular, smooth marble statue of a man carved to be so realistic, strong enough to manhandle someone- Natsume- into the perfect position by simply dropping the crushed bottle to slide that hand under Natsume's ass and lift it higher. High enough to meet mouth and tongue to tight muscle. Mabu's smooth marbled tongue was slick from the lube, pressing around the ring of Natsume's ass teasingly before shoving its way inside. Natsume didn't try to be quiet about the shocked, pleasured shout that he made. His hands were too busy holding Mabu's head right where it was to bother with trying to cover his own mouth.]
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Natsume hadn't expected the move at all, but it's all he can do to try to cling to the marble chaise and not let himself slide away. Though with the grip Mabu has on his leg, that probably wasn't possible either. The golden etchings of a cherry blossom tree across Natsume's body start to flicker in response to the pleasure Natsume is feeling. When the statue drops Natsume's cock from its mouth to delve lower, the noises Natsume was making suddenly go a pitch higher.
It was quite the sight for a voyeur. A large, muscular, smooth marble statue of a man carved to be so realistic, strong enough to manhandle someone- Natsume- into the perfect position by simply dropping the crushed bottle to slide that hand under Natsume's ass and lift it higher. High enough to meet mouth and tongue to tight muscle. Mabu's smooth marbled tongue was slick from the lube, pressing around the ring of Natsume's ass teasingly before shoving its way inside. Natsume didn't try to be quiet about the shocked, pleasured shout that he made. His hands were too busy holding Mabu's head right where it was to bother with trying to cover his own mouth.]