[L takes a moment to catch his breath, the sudden vicelike grip of the machine's body around his an intoxicating embrace. It requires some adjustment, even as he's compelled to move and work and continue to earn his sorely-won prize. It could be withdrawn at any moment, after all; the SQUIP could issue another shock, leave him stunned and staring, pry open his jaw or turn him over and have any kind of way with him.
It's why taking advantage of these moments is so very critical. His throat aches, his eyes water residually from the shock of the SQUIP's thrusts, but the pressure on his cock is nothing short of delicious. He arches his back to plunge deeper, grips his Bonded's thighs to crush their bodies closer together as he feels a single droplet of warm, viscous fluid pelt his bare stomach.
Try to get up. Do it, so I can pull you down, again, harder.]
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It's why taking advantage of these moments is so very critical. His throat aches, his eyes water residually from the shock of the SQUIP's thrusts, but the pressure on his cock is nothing short of delicious. He arches his back to plunge deeper, grips his Bonded's thighs to crush their bodies closer together as he feels a single droplet of warm, viscous fluid pelt his bare stomach.
Try to get up. Do it, so I can pull you down, again, harder.]