The world narrows down to Poison's mouth, the wet heat of it, the slide of
it down over over his cock, the clever stroke of Poison's fingers. His
head falls back, hitting the wall with an audible thud. His fingers graze
the top of Poison's hair. His red, red hair.
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The world narrows down to Poison's mouth, the wet heat of it, the slide of it down over over his cock, the clever stroke of Poison's fingers. His head falls back, hitting the wall with an audible thud. His fingers graze the top of Poison's hair. His red, red hair.