[Broca's name slips from his lips easily like water flowing as pleasure goes through his body like electro-charges. It feels good, but it isn't enough. He wants more. His hands reaching out to lightly drag nails against Broca's well-defined thighs.]
More. I want more inside me. [It seems even Wriothesley's patient has its limit and he no longer cares to take it slow. He wants the feeling of being completely full. Wants the sting and ache.]
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More. I want more inside me. [It seems even Wriothesley's patient has its limit and he no longer cares to take it slow. He wants the feeling of being completely full. Wants the sting and ache.]