“nn no no m no! G god…w well…this is t the real me huh…”
“…d do you care?”
He snuggled twigs, standing up
“n nh!?”
He put twiggy down, hugging Tommy tightly
“c can you…s sit on m my face and r rub y your t tight stuff a all over me~?”
“y y y yes…b be rough with me~”
