If you scoot closer… into my lap, I mean, then I can finger you and you can fuck my second mouth. [ his breath catches and he squirms, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. ] Of course. Here, come here… [ he tries to help sunday closer, his hand moving from his cheek to the wings framing his face. he pets them gently, hesitantly leaning in to brush his lips over them. ] Are they sensitive? Do you like when I touch them… what if I were to lick them, bite them, …