[ Joshua's fate really is at Maomao's mercy now. The excitement he feels is palpable, and he feels as if the way his heart is beating is far too loud that even she may be able to hear it.
It is. . . strange to be touched like this, and not because he's sick and is being tended to. Such a foreign feeling and concept overall is now something he's become privy to, and he awaits with bated breath what may happen next.
Such a simple touch of his arousal through the linens, and he finds himself swallowing thickly again. The touch is making him feel feverish, while red suit traits has him leaking at the tip already. Once again, he lets out a sigh as his eyes close when she cups his sack. Beads of sweat get his bangs to stick to his forehead.
More, he wishes to say out loud, but he cannot find himself to verbalise the thought. Instead, he only hopes and prays that the examination continues. That she may find something "wrong" with him that she would wish to take care of him. ]
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It is. . . strange to be touched like this, and not because he's sick and is being tended to. Such a foreign feeling and concept overall is now something he's become privy to, and he awaits with bated breath what may happen next.
Such a simple touch of his arousal through the linens, and he finds himself swallowing thickly again. The touch is making him feel feverish, while red suit traits has him leaking at the tip already. Once again, he lets out a sigh as his eyes close when she cups his sack. Beads of sweat get his bangs to stick to his forehead.
More, he wishes to say out loud, but he cannot find himself to verbalise the thought. Instead, he only hopes and prays that the examination continues. That she may find something "wrong" with him that she would wish to take care of him. ]