[Skin loudly slaps with every thrust, Wriothesley feeling pleasure burn white hot everytime Pinocchio slams back in. The man's impressive length feels like he's being split open, the abuse against his prostate making him sob. He doesn't know if its out of delight or because of how overwhelmed it feels to be bullied like this.
Pinocchio is an absolute beast on a normal day and a complete monster when spurred like this. He never stood a chance, but he still tries. He wants the man to reach complete satisfaction, even if he thinks his body might give out before that happens.
Eyes rolling back, body clenching and unclenching, and he writhes and squirms like he isn't sure if he wants more or if he's trying to pull away. The latter is useless. He's pinned against the bed, forced to accept every bit of pleasure.] H-Hah. Come on, Pinocchio. Fill me up like you want me to.
[He encourages it even as his body feels too hot, too good, too much.]
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Pinocchio is an absolute beast on a normal day and a complete monster when spurred like this. He never stood a chance, but he still tries. He wants the man to reach complete satisfaction, even if he thinks his body might give out before that happens.
Eyes rolling back, body clenching and unclenching, and he writhes and squirms like he isn't sure if he wants more or if he's trying to pull away. The latter is useless. He's pinned against the bed, forced to accept every bit of pleasure.] H-Hah. Come on, Pinocchio. Fill me up like you want me to.
[He encourages it even as his body feels too hot, too good, too much.]