His accent was posh, the vowels lazy and slow to leave his titled tongue,
the skip in his Adam's apple when he swallowed.
those long Patrician fingers looking far too cultured to be wrapped around Jack's crude width.
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Are you fuckin' kidding me? What a beautiful description!
And Another one!
And I'll be damned if that ain't yet another still!
and I love the ending of this chappy, too!
brava!