Boston Tea Party
12.8k | E | Escort Shane, Dark Ilya, Cliff, Svetlana, MMM, noncon/dubcon, tea
"Does Shane speak?" asked Svetlana. "No," answered Roz, his eyes on her. Svetlana held Roz's gaze. Cliff could tell she wasn't entirely pleased, but she usually supported Roz in his adventures. "Do you want him to join us today?" she asked. Roz gripped Shane's chin and forced him to meet his gaze. Now Cliff could see Shane's eyes — they were cute. Dark deer eyes, slightly frightened and wet. Shane's lips parted when he looked at Roz. Marleau found himself leaning forward. "Pretty boy," murmured Roz to Shane, and shivers ran down Cliff's spine. "Are you scared of my friends?" "No," answered Shane quickly. Shit, his voice was cute too. Cliff wanted to pinch something. He glanced at Svetlana, who stayed nonchalant.
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