[ The lavender tiefling moans out his pleasure and joy, nodding as he feels the next finger asking entrance. He's greedy, but also doesn't want to go too quickly and possibly worry Fjord when they finally join.
Those words make him beam, somehow able to preen and show off even when on his way to wrecked by those thick fingers. Part of him wants to say he's pretty all the time, but even he gets that it has a deeper meaning. ]
You're doing so good, love. A natural at every touch, I'll never get enough of you.
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Those words make him beam, somehow able to preen and show off even when on his way to wrecked by those thick fingers. Part of him wants to say he's pretty all the time, but even he gets that it has a deeper meaning. ]
You're doing so good, love. A natural at every touch, I'll never get enough of you.