- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Pretty open to things as long as I have enough knowledge to work with.
Tyler looked up to meet Malcom's eyes as he spoke. He hummed in agreement before leaning forward and nosing the pubic hair before him. He kept sucking all the while, nuzzling into the dark curls of hair. He gave a loud, muffled moan as that toe teased his hole. He moved in such a way that the toe was almost pressed inside, the nail disappearing inside. He rutted against the top part of Malcom's foot, face still in the dark curls.