[ And it does the trick for a good, long while, at least until he starts hitting a point where the feel of your mouth and the press of your fingers seem to have become his entire world. That leaves him quivering against and around you, barely capable of kissing back, whimpering underneath your mouth, straining against those ties.
His body has caved underneath your touch. He's hot, now, and lost within his own skin, ready to open up wide and let you come inside of him. ]
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His body has caved underneath your touch. He's hot, now, and lost within his own skin, ready to open up wide and let you come inside of him. ]