Arno needs a hand… (web) (Patreon)

Ah… perfect timing. Arno Dorian was just relieving a little tension… and there you are.

Blue hood pulled low, red scarf slightly loosened, vest open over a chest carved from marble, and that gloved hand already wrapped around something far more impressive than his blade.

He locks eyes with you, a crooked smirk on his lips, thick cock heavy, hot and glistening in his grip.

“Are you going to stand there staring… or actually make yourself useful?”

Arno isn’t here to be subtle. He wants action. And he knows exactly how to make you drop to your knees.

Just going to watch… or are you going to get down there?