Man, LeFou knew Gaston was all about gettin' the ladies, and the more the better, so he felt pretty darn lucky to have gotten the guy drunk enough to share. And he'd got the good end of the stick too-- or was that kinda language insulting to Belle? I mean, he thought both ends of Belle were pretty good, and besides Belle wasn't a stick, pretty shapely if you asked him-- Gaston was back there doin' all the work, and all LeFou had to do was sit, and in Gaston's favorite chair, no less! God, he didn't know whether to watch or to lean his head back and close his eyes as her mouth worked over his cock in long, slow pulls: watch and he got to see Belle's expression but ran the risk of lookin' at Gaston by accident (did the guy have to get naked? I mean, he only needed one part, really), and close his eyes and he missed out. So he alternated, turning away but inevitably turning back, his eyes wide as saucers every time he realized oh man this is actually happening right now."Oh God, Belle, oh God, is this as good for you as it is for me
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