Then I think I will. Face buried in the mattress, legs spread, hands pinned on your back, my cock pounding you hard that not even the bed could muffle you. [He nips sharply at a new spot.] Your cock leaking pre as the cock ring holds you tight. My pheromones in the air. [He sucks hard on the new spot.]

I think I'd start it when I started to push into you. So you could feel it take hold as I fill you. Start slow and gentle, until you're begging me to fuck out your brains. [He nuzzles the bruises with affection.]

[He watches Hurricane bite diwn on his hand and he hums, licking once along the length of him, slow and careful.] I'm not gonna suck you off unless you're talking. Otherwise, I can just do this. [Another long, slow lick along the shaft.