[ As the thrust of fingers continues, steady and deep, repetitive and strong, he's felt himself begin to come undone. His body has moved in time, gasping for breath as they thrust in, exhaling as they pull back, the pace becoming as natural as the rise and fall of the sun. His hips have moved in time and he no longer needs to even think about the motion.
He isn't even thinking about anything anymore, just feeling: his cock leaking and twitching, his hole stretched and filled. The only thing that disturbs the trance he's falling into is the lick and then the nip at his throat. His fingers clutch, holding tight, and groans.]
Want... want you. Want your cock. 'M ready. So ready for it. Please. Please, need it.
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He isn't even thinking about anything anymore, just feeling: his cock leaking and twitching, his hole stretched and filled. The only thing that disturbs the trance he's falling into is the lick and then the nip at his throat. His fingers clutch, holding tight, and groans.]
Want... want you. Want your cock. 'M ready. So ready for it. Please. Please, need it.