Oh, Georg is - very good with his tongue, Alfred is learning all too quickly. His moans are rising in pitch, in volume, and the working of his hand keeps picking up speed, finding its way to a rhythm.

The way Georg is moaning, grinding, all it does is push the young man further, whimpering as he can feel the edge approaching with every plunge of his current partner's tongue.

"G-Georg - oh, Georg, I'm - I'm-!"