I doubt it will be forgotten, birdie. Now how about servicing me with that sinful little mouth of yours while you touch yourself. But don't come~ you'll have to beg for that privilege. [ he thumbs the band of his pants to tug on them, forcing them over his hips and his dick. ]

Go ahead and tell me them then. Let me hear that lip service, Sunday. [ aventurine's expression falters as he's stuffed, his hands flying to the other sunday's head to hold on, because his legs start to quiver. he widens his stance, gritting his teeth for a hiss when his neck is bitten. ] Careful, b- birdie, ... [ he shoves himself back onto those fingers, trying to trap his hand between sunday's crotch and his own ass. ]