Was it morning? There was a feint glimmer of sunrise through the curtains of Torvald's room which caused the Swede to squint at a little. How long had they been asleep? Tyko was now swatting at the other drummer in his sleep and rolling over onto his stomach, showing off that perfect ass.
"It is morning, älskling. But, we can sleep as long as we want."
Torvald not resisting the urge to slid a hand over the swell of Tyko's ass.
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on 2024-02-23 09:26 pm (UTC)"It is morning, älskling. But, we can sleep as long as we want."
Torvald not resisting the urge to slid a hand over the swell of Tyko's ass.