Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

With a self-satisfied twinkle in his eyes, Athos grinds on Porthos’ cock, watching the pleasure of the other two mount. “That’s it,” he murmurs, smirking with approval when Aramis finally forces Porthos to take him in hand. He thinks he could watch them all day, moving and gasping together in joy, and he believes he may have found the perfect vantage from which to do so.