[Orym gasps as he finds himself fully impaled on Dorian's cock. There, fuck. Gods he needs him, needed this. Dorian is all he can feel, all that matters. He's still for a moment, half getting used to the stretch, to the sensation -- the difference in their size assuring that he feels right at the limit of what he can take, but oh that's what he wants -- and half basking in the feeling of being filled with him.]
You're... mm... you feel so good inside me. Gods, I've missed you.
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Date: 2023-06-20 06:14 am (UTC)You're... mm... you feel so good inside me. Gods, I've missed you.