[right now, if Leona could have his way, he wouldn't leave an inch. but he only has the one mouth with which to accomplish this, and so he has to pull it away from Cater with a wet, slick sound if he wants to have it free for marking. face kept close to Cater's thigh, Leona can't resist a quip—]
Use your words,
[he jeers as though he wasn't just struggling, as though his mouth is fit for more than three-word sentences himself. there's barely hesitation before Leona opens his mouth again and chomps down at the crook of Cater's thigh just beside his cock, holding it out of the way and stroking it with his now-spit-slicked hand.]
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Use your words,
[he jeers as though he wasn't just struggling, as though his mouth is fit for more than three-word sentences himself. there's barely hesitation before Leona opens his mouth again and chomps down at the crook of Cater's thigh just beside his cock, holding it out of the way and stroking it with his now-spit-slicked hand.]