[The moment that tendril falls from his lips, he gasps for air, panting and moaning louder and not giving a care for who or what might hear him. He's never felt anything so overwhelming before, his mind and senses clouded by the desire for more pleasure. There's a strange satisfaction in the sense of fullness he has right now, his body stretching to accommodate her, just as she's accommodating him. And yet just before he can feel himself aching for that feeling of fullness in the back of his throat once more, she pushes right back in -- and it proves to be more than he can take.]
[A choked cry rises from around the tendril as he gags on it, his body jerking forward into hers as an orgasm crashes through him. Without even thinking, his arms squeeze tighter around her, until they've been pulled completely inside her body. And he strokes himself through it all, eyes watering as he spills every drop he's built up into her.]
[But even as it passes, he doesn't stop. As if falling into a trance, he continues to stroke himself, trying to move his hips even as it slowly becomes impossible with just how far he's pressed into her. It feels as though he could keep going like this for hours, fucking her and being fucked by her until the sun rises-- until neither of them can move.]
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[A choked cry rises from around the tendril as he gags on it, his body jerking forward into hers as an orgasm crashes through him. Without even thinking, his arms squeeze tighter around her, until they've been pulled completely inside her body. And he strokes himself through it all, eyes watering as he spills every drop he's built up into her.]
[But even as it passes, he doesn't stop. As if falling into a trance, he continues to stroke himself, trying to move his hips even as it slowly becomes impossible with just how far he's pressed into her. It feels as though he could keep going like this for hours, fucking her and being fucked by her until the sun rises-- until neither of them can move.]