[He is a fast and fixated learner. That’s always been the case, and likely always will be. He knows that whatever he’s doing with his cock is yielding a desirable and sincere result; he’s confident that it exceeds Alex’s acting skills. Even if he’s wrong, and it’s all pretense? He’s sure he can overlook it for this shimmering rush, this enthralling home stretch before he pumps all of he pent-up longing into one willing and open.
Her claws are a sharp reminder that the woman he’s gripping by the hips and driving against the wet sand is a monster. He shivers; the pain is not precisely a turn-on for him, but it’s grounding. He needs that sometimes, and knows it. He needs to remember that this flesh is his, and he’ll make her come so he can let go, himself.]
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Her claws are a sharp reminder that the woman he’s gripping by the hips and driving against the wet sand is a monster. He shivers; the pain is not precisely a turn-on for him, but it’s grounding. He needs that sometimes, and knows it. He needs to remember that this flesh is his, and he’ll make her come so he can let go, himself.]