[ A sound very much like a whine rises from his lips at Orym’s almost leisurely pace, not nearly enough friction to stoke the fire beginning to burn in him once again. He tries to rock his hips, but is still held still by the invisible hands keeping him up.
Then Orym’s hand wraps around him, and his body jerks a little as he gasp, feeling dizzy as if the blood is suddenly rushing back to his cock. ]
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Then Orym’s hand wraps around him, and his body jerks a little as he gasp, feeling dizzy as if the blood is suddenly rushing back to his cock. ]
O-Orym…Orym, please…