[ Having Siegfried inside him was a tight mess of sensations, both pleasure and pain. When the man beneath him starts to move, thrusting into him and forcing his tight muscles to spread with each roll of the hips, it steadily pushes him further and further off the edge. It feels like he's being impaled, a discomfort from within with every frot of that cock against his inner walls, but it's that sharp sensation that has him gasping for more; that addicting ache from within. When he thinks about how he'll continue to feel that ache throughout the day and be reminded of their love-making, the thought only arouses him deeper, the nerves of his cock and inner walls firing up.
The handling's rough, but it's that adrenaline that he enjoys, the physical sensation of being filled and the mental stimulation that comes with being overwhelmed by such a powerful presence. He could surely get addicted to this barrage of endorphins, sensation and emotion. Though Siegfried has his hips fixed in place with his hands, Percival still tries to move, selfishly seeking that ache and angling his hips in different ways so that one sweet spot is pressed up against. He's a mess at this point, moaning loudly and gripping onto Siegfried's hair for dear life as he rides the man recklessly. ]
There ... [ He breathes out, gasping as the tip of that cock pushes up deep inside him and brushes against a good spot. Long abandoning any conservative farce, he encourages Siegfried on with breathy little persuasions. ] Please. Right there.
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The handling's rough, but it's that adrenaline that he enjoys, the physical sensation of being filled and the mental stimulation that comes with being overwhelmed by such a powerful presence. He could surely get addicted to this barrage of endorphins, sensation and emotion. Though Siegfried has his hips fixed in place with his hands, Percival still tries to move, selfishly seeking that ache and angling his hips in different ways so that one sweet spot is pressed up against. He's a mess at this point, moaning loudly and gripping onto Siegfried's hair for dear life as he rides the man recklessly. ]
There ... [ He breathes out, gasping as the tip of that cock pushes up deep inside him and brushes against a good spot. Long abandoning any conservative farce, he encourages Siegfried on with breathy little persuasions. ] Please. Right there.