My fist in his hair, twisted through strands threatening to escape, pulling him back onto my well-oiled cock. My grip holding him, claiming him as surely as the penetration, forcing my way with pleasure inside his mind & his body, holding him with my own. He moans, happily, held between my hips and my palm, reminding him that he is owned, from root to tip, by me.
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Whispers ~ Kinky microfiction ~ ongoing
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