[The attempt at decency doesn't last, not once Sherwood eyes out through his glasses and sees the bulge Wriothesley is sporting openly. No hiding from it here, even if there's little dignity in it. Though, there's certainly less indignity in just casting the pillow to one side rather than humping it like some hormonal youth.
Sherwood moves the cushion away from himself, letting his cock stand tall and unconstrained by the toga, not wearing anything beneath for small clothes. The size he's packing always impresses, intimidates, or infuriates. Or any mixture therein. How dare a man frustrating as Sherwood have a huge cock, even for his height. He's the world's most annoying man.]
F, fine, fine. Get on with this, to quell the damned heat. [he lays back and raises both gloved hands in a gesture of surrender, as one might display they're unarmed...]
Gloves stay on. No magic, save my own healing. You'll have some honor and call it truce, yes? [have some honor demands the resort's least honorable man]
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Sherwood moves the cushion away from himself, letting his cock stand tall and unconstrained by the toga, not wearing anything beneath for small clothes. The size he's packing always impresses, intimidates, or infuriates. Or any mixture therein. How dare a man frustrating as Sherwood have a huge cock, even for his height. He's the world's most annoying man.]
F, fine, fine. Get on with this, to quell the damned heat. [he lays back and raises both gloved hands in a gesture of surrender, as one might display they're unarmed...]
Gloves stay on. No magic, save my own healing. You'll have some honor and call it truce, yes? [have some honor demands the resort's least honorable man]