[That he trembles every time you move that way inside of him might be enough of an indicator that it makes him feel impossibly good. In fact, he's breathless in the aftermath of such attentions, and incredibly quiet as he listens to the way you prep up.
This is the sort of wait that could kill a man. This is the sort of anticipation that makes one a prisoner of his own needs.]
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This is the sort of wait that could kill a man. This is the sort of anticipation that makes one a prisoner of his own needs.]