[ Dorian groans, a low sound in the back of his throat, feeling those tight walls gripping around his cock. It burns straight into his core, the pulsing heat wrapping around him in a tight coil. ]
Gods, Orym…you’re perfect. Feel so good around me, so perfect for me.
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Gods, Orym…you’re perfect. Feel so good around me, so perfect for me.
[ Like the halfing was made for him. ]