[A yelp caught in his throat. Pain sears in a way that only makes him want for more of that burn. It feels too good. The pleasure. The pain. His body sings for the way that Pinocchio treats it. He wants to hurt like this. He wants the ache of it all.
Hands scrabble to find something to hold onto, nails digging into Pinocchio's sides as he reaches back to hold onto the other thrusting into him relentlessly. There's a needy sob that spills from the rabbit's lips, his cock still twitching and dripping cum as the smaller man continues to piston into him.
His mind is stuck in a haze that he doesn't realize how loud he is. He doesn't realize the way he cries out for more. For Pinocchio to be harsher, faster, deeper inside him. He's lost in the ecstasy, his first orgasm doing nothing to abate his needs after resisting his suit for so long.]
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Hands scrabble to find something to hold onto, nails digging into Pinocchio's sides as he reaches back to hold onto the other thrusting into him relentlessly. There's a needy sob that spills from the rabbit's lips, his cock still twitching and dripping cum as the smaller man continues to piston into him.
His mind is stuck in a haze that he doesn't realize how loud he is. He doesn't realize the way he cries out for more. For Pinocchio to be harsher, faster, deeper inside him. He's lost in the ecstasy, his first orgasm doing nothing to abate his needs after resisting his suit for so long.]