[ A different kind of heat rushes through him, the edges of white sclera turning red with half-orc resistance as he feels a swell of affection for her fill his chest, every instinct wired into pleasuring her and drawing out those pretty cries. She's clever and beautiful, moving with him so perfectly (after so much practice) that his come from earlier keeps her wet and ready for him along with her own red-hot slick as she tightens up, exquisite around his cock. Everything about Aphrodite's greed to possess each facet of him makes him fully embrace the side of himself he usually suppresses, drawing out resolve and dedication, and a deeply buried need to fuck her until she forgets her name (or that any other men exist).
Godly, would be another word for the way she feels. ]
Fuck, Ditey ...
[ There's a constant animalistic baritone growl to his voice as he kisses openly down her neck, hips driving to feel her dripping cunt flex around him and inspire more snarls. The heat of her thighs is like a furnace around him. ]
I want to make you come over and over ... and over.
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Godly, would be another word for the way she feels. ]
Fuck, Ditey ...
[ There's a constant animalistic baritone growl to his voice as he kisses openly down her neck, hips driving to feel her dripping cunt flex around him and inspire more snarls. The heat of her thighs is like a furnace around him. ]
I want to make you come over and over ... and over.