[ Overwhelming. Every time is as overwhelming as the first, the bulk of Locus, the heat, the intense focus narrowed down to the flex and thrust and slick obscene slap of skin against skin. Hung up like this he has no leverage and all Taylor can do is take it. Overworked skin worn raw already snaps him tense with each thrust, abs a tight clench to hold himself still.
It doesn't work, he rocks along with Locus cock, voice swinging between whisper soft obscenities or high cracked shouts as they find a rhythm. ]
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It doesn't work, he rocks along with Locus cock, voice swinging between whisper soft obscenities or high cracked shouts as they find a rhythm. ]