In fact it had been his pearlescent colouring, like a geode of white chalcedony, that had given him his name. Pushing your bedroom door open, you saw Chalce lying on top of the sheets, writhing, with his body slowly melting. The sight of it was like nothing else as he wrung every drop from you. He just lay there, twitching sporadically, his body pressed up against yours. He was already curving around your balls, caressing them, moulding himself around them, and then he began to slip himself inside you. White heat ripped through your body and your hips snapped against his soft body one more time as you came hard, filling him with your come. He began to pant, his mouth opening and then filling with his own body as it caved in on himself.
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