[That's something to witness, that Grimm's loses his ability to speak when he goes down on him. He'd laugh if he could, and not to mock him; just delighted that he can make him feel so good. Him, Leone Abbacchio, king of all fuck-ups, is making a God feel so good he loses his voice.
Not bad, not bad at all.
When he feels the tug, Abbacchio naturally obeys, drawing off wetly, sighing as he licks his lips.]
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Not bad, not bad at all.
When he feels the tug, Abbacchio naturally obeys, drawing off wetly, sighing as he licks his lips.]
You okay, Grimm?