I move my hand deeper and deeper into his jean overalls as he bites his lip and clenches his eyes. “Core blimey, mate…” he moans, clutching his straw hat as he tilts his head back. “What are ye doing in me pockets?” he breathes with a slight gasp, as my hand moves its way across his leg. I put my lips up to his ear and whisper gently, “is that a limpwurt root, or are you just happy to see me?” I clasp my hand around it, slowly stroking. “Doesn’t feel very limp to me…” I cover his mouth with my free hand as my legs, clad in assless dragonhide chaps, wrap around him. “Let’s see what kind of seed i get from you this time.” submitted by /u/sleevesareforfascism
Originally posted by u/sleevesareforfascism on r/2007scape
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