[There's little point in denying it, arousal full and begging the way it is. Even with this little diversion, the tip of him is still beading; skin bright red for just how badly it yearns after coming so close.]
There are so, so many things I want to do with you.
[He reaches up and cups her cheek, pulling her closer.]
So? Will you bend me to your will? Make me beg? Make me yours?
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[There's little point in denying it, arousal full and begging the way it is. Even with this little diversion, the tip of him is still beading; skin bright red for just how badly it yearns after coming so close.]
There are so, so many things I want to do with you.
[He reaches up and cups her cheek, pulling her closer.]
So? Will you bend me to your will? Make me beg? Make me yours?