Already?! Dante falters for a moment—he’d like to think he’s good, but surely not that good…
But he can’t stop now, not with Olivine’s sweet little cries and his voluptuous body writhing against him, egging Dante on, stoking the fire within him as he ramps up the pace, going harder and faster and deeper even if he’s almost sure it’ll kill him, what with the way Olivine’s greedily sucking him in each and every time.
He truly is formidable in ways Dante can scarcely even imagine…
And it isn’t long before Dante feels that he’s close—embarrassingly close—but why fight it when chasing after their pleasure had been the goal here? Still, Olivine pleads with him, and it takes him a beat and a thrust too long before he realizes it, and quickly clears his throat—
“You may come.”
Because he’s not sure he can hold on for much longer now that Olivine’s broken his focus like this—
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But he can’t stop now, not with Olivine’s sweet little cries and his voluptuous body writhing against him, egging Dante on, stoking the fire within him as he ramps up the pace, going harder and faster and deeper even if he’s almost sure it’ll kill him, what with the way Olivine’s greedily sucking him in each and every time.
He truly is formidable in ways Dante can scarcely even imagine…
And it isn’t long before Dante feels that he’s close—embarrassingly close—but why fight it when chasing after their pleasure had been the goal here? Still, Olivine pleads with him, and it takes him a beat and a thrust too long before he realizes it, and quickly clears his throat—
“You may come.”
Because he’s not sure he can hold on for much longer now that Olivine’s broken his focus like this—