[If it were anyone else, if it were a stranger, Wriothesley might have resisted more. Would have snarled and thrash at being pushed down so roughly into the mattress. It's Pinocchio though and all it does is burn in the pit of his stomach and excites him that has his cock leaking precum and his hole dripping.
There's a delighted moan as he feels pain blossom where the other has sank teeth into and the burn of being stretched so wonderfully open by the smaller man's impressive cock. Hands bury themselves in the sheets as noises drip from his lips. Quiet, breathless little words of yes and more as Pinocchio fills him to the brim.]
A-Ah! Yes! Right there, sweetheart. [He clenches around Pinocchio's length, the loud squelch barely registering with how vocal he is. Loud and wanting, there's no shame left in the man in the wake of the feral hunger of his suit.]
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There's a delighted moan as he feels pain blossom where the other has sank teeth into and the burn of being stretched so wonderfully open by the smaller man's impressive cock. Hands bury themselves in the sheets as noises drip from his lips. Quiet, breathless little words of yes and more as Pinocchio fills him to the brim.]
A-Ah! Yes! Right there, sweetheart. [He clenches around Pinocchio's length, the loud squelch barely registering with how vocal he is. Loud and wanting, there's no shame left in the man in the wake of the feral hunger of his suit.]