En garde!
"All for cum and cum for all!"
“Prêt? Allez!”Breeches fell, swords were drawn from soft scabbards, and they met - thrust, parry, thrust!Porthos’ purple point grazed Aramis’. Grips tightened, drawn together, corps-à-corps. Lips mashed, moustaches tangled. Their duelling pink épées wrestled in their fist-sheath.D’Artagnan watched from his...