[ The twists earns a gut-deep cry, every inch of him going stiff and tense, tightening around York as he pushes in, opens him, leaves him quivering and gasping for air, remembering how to breathe.
Another thrusts and he damn near whites out. Another and his cock twitches, and he's so close, so very close to falling apart, and distantly he thinks he needs to hold on until he's told he can. He's been good, he can be good. ]
Let me...please, let me...
[ Contrary to those moans and cries, the words themselves are almost a whisper. ]
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Another thrusts and he damn near whites out. Another and his cock twitches, and he's so close, so very close to falling apart, and distantly he thinks he needs to hold on until he's told he can. He's been good, he can be good. ]
Let me...please, let me...
[ Contrary to those moans and cries, the words themselves are almost a whisper. ]