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“So perfect,” his mother coos, stroking his cheek. “Such a precious boy.”
Vincent blushes, twisting to try to cover the imperfect parts of him. “Nonsense,” she tsks, gently reaching to pinch the skin of his inner thigh, making them twitch open again. “I love you just the way you are. Let me see.”
His cunt throbs in arousal, and Vincent whimpers as he spreads his legs to show off the wetness smeared on his thighs, his hard cock. “Gorgeous,” she murmurs, and Vincent glances up to see the pleased expression on her angelic face - her skin that was close to matching his, the scarf wrapped about her head, the soft halo illuminating her beauty.
“My darling one,” Mary says, stroking her fingers over his most sensitive parts. “Oh, let me take care of you.”
Gently, she presses delicate kisses down his neck, his belly, lying him back on the bed in his papal apartments until she was lying between his legs. “Sweet one,” she says, her breath ghost over him. “I love you so much.”