[What a question that is. Again Orange begins to flush a brighter rouge. Quell that lest he think you a blushing virgin maiden. He is none of that as his sword proclaims by its very existence, but he is setting out on a maiden voyage with one Monsieur Blanc.]
No.
[He breathes, a sincere answer as his hips move forward to further frot, further feel like a beast being stroked pleasurably.] Do you wish to be the first to saddle me?
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No.
[He breathes, a sincere answer as his hips move forward to further frot, further feel like a beast being stroked pleasurably.] Do you wish to be the first to saddle me?