[Linden's surrender to orgasm is all the sweeter for his reluctance. Hector takes in everything that the witch lets spill, and when he rises from his knees, licking his lips, he's got the smile of a cat that ate the canary.
He's certainly taken no offense at Linden's little mix-up; they entered this encounter with no presumptions of feelings, and the value of this particular nugget of insight far outweighs the sting of being called the wrong name.
He crawls back up onto the couch, presses his body alongside L's. His cock prods the witch's thigh, a reminder, but not an urgent one.
Hector leans in close so that his whisper is a caress of lips against L's ear.]
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He's certainly taken no offense at Linden's little mix-up; they entered this encounter with no presumptions of feelings, and the value of this particular nugget of insight far outweighs the sting of being called the wrong name.
He crawls back up onto the couch, presses his body alongside L's. His cock prods the witch's thigh, a reminder, but not an urgent one.
Hector leans in close so that his whisper is a caress of lips against L's ear.]
What was that just now?