[Every lingering touch sears into him and leaves him with a burning need to feel more.
He laughs a little. The sound could almost be called shy even. Wriothesley was not great when it came to being the center of attention. Always avoided it. Usually, he wasn't like this when it came to sex, but something about Clorinde's gaze on him as she demanded for his pleasure.
He licks his lips as he holds her gaze, lets her eyes pin him into place, and-
Well, she won't take no for an answer, so he might as well give into her demands.] Let me ride you.
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He laughs a little. The sound could almost be called shy even. Wriothesley was not great when it came to being the center of attention. Always avoided it. Usually, he wasn't like this when it came to sex, but something about Clorinde's gaze on him as she demanded for his pleasure.
He licks his lips as he holds her gaze, lets her eyes pin him into place, and-
Well, she won't take no for an answer, so he might as well give into her demands.] Let me ride you.