[That downy embrace of Sam's has become too much work to shrug off. Instead of growing more resilient against it, Kavinsky's been worn down, smooth, like a river rock once craggy, now glass. He relaxes his shoulders, although they want nothing more than to brush the lobes of his ears.
Not all touch has to hurt or get his dick wet. Besides, it isn't even real.]
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[That downy embrace of Sam's has become too much work to shrug off. Instead of growing more resilient against it, Kavinsky's been worn down, smooth, like a river rock once craggy, now glass. He relaxes his shoulders, although they want nothing more than to brush the lobes of his ears.
Not all touch has to hurt or get his dick wet. Besides, it isn't even real.]
( I'll get you there. It helps. )