[ one finger dragged, curled, then deepened again in his search for pacing and entry in the way she better enjoyed. to say the least, letting go of his cock almost felt like a disappointing tease when he quickly began to miss the pressure her hand supplied. her thigh can do that, surely, but . . . when his digit pulled out from her heat, he entered now with two, and repeated his advances with a gradual curl at the end. how does he say this (and eventually, he does, the kitsune finally feeling the fluster he usually would if he were more himself): ]
—Wait, [ a bark, but he continues to pleasure her, the bulbous head of his shaft greedy to feel the brush of a thumb pad that wasn’t his, to which he swallows, trying to hide the shudder in his words. ] one more time.
[ she could move however she liked to feel comfortable, there’s enough space and less constraint to. eren sucks in his lips, but his cock kept there at a starting curve and more erect than not, throbbing with a silent plea for more that he wouldn’t voice to sound like begging. ]
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—Wait, [ a bark, but he continues to pleasure her, the bulbous head of his shaft greedy to feel the brush of a thumb pad that wasn’t his, to which he swallows, trying to hide the shudder in his words. ] one more time.
[ she could move however she liked to feel comfortable, there’s enough space and less constraint to. eren sucks in his lips, but his cock kept there at a starting curve and more erect than not, throbbing with a silent plea for more that he wouldn’t voice to sound like begging. ]