[There is something so arousing about being told he's being good for the other. Yes, he's being good. He wants to be good for her. The praise makes his cock twitch and he lets out a shuddering noise in the back of his throat as he still clings to his mental facilities as much as possible. Wriothesley's grip on control is an iron grip.
That doesn't mean he is infallible though. He can't help but rock his hips into such inviting warmth. Not when Clorinde takes him so well like that. His moan is shameless and loud as he throws his head back.]
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That doesn't mean he is infallible though. He can't help but rock his hips into such inviting warmth. Not when Clorinde takes him so well like that. His moan is shameless and loud as he throws his head back.]