[ Dorian groans softly, his hands gently gripping Orym’s waist as he rocks his hips, searching for what he needs for relief. But he knows he can’t get it this way, so he whimpers at Orym’s words, even as he flushes a little seeing that he is indeed very prepared. ]
Y-Yes…please, Orym…wanna be inside you, wanna feel you.
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Y-Yes…please, Orym…wanna be inside you, wanna feel you.