[ the wetness that slicked across his tip would be no more when she urged it, and with the last straw of their patience and of his fingers pulling out of her completely to leave her empty, eren held her hips when he properly felt positioned as her entrance, one hand mostly dry while the other was wet at the digits and uncaring of where he gripped. her flesh was plush and red from how hard she held her, and so came the next, gradual dive: the kitsune’s pelvis kept firm as his cock felt the slip of her folds when he began to push in. only the head of his shaft began to feel the squeeze of her walls, his breath silent as he held it but wanting to rasp, and croak with feverish delight the more her heat consumed him. ]
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