[With the possessiveness, growling and grabbing, Darryn really couldn't help but wriggle his hips, give a huge, melty smile and moan deep in his chest. He didn't struggle in the least, but curled his fingers around Gabe's hands as much as he was able. Then the bite really made him moan, loud and wanton, utterly desperate as he arched his hips up against Gabe. Needing the friction, needing the attention, needing to cum: just needing Gabe.]
I might threaten it, if it gets me this reaction. Christ, Gabe. [Darryn writhed under Gabe, desperate for anything he could get and loving every thing he was getting.] Please~, more. Do my hips?
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I might threaten it, if it gets me this reaction. Christ, Gabe. [Darryn writhed under Gabe, desperate for anything he could get and loving every thing he was getting.] Please~, more. Do my hips?