Because you fucking love it. (His tease doesn't come out as strong as he'd like, breathless and almost choked.
Danny loved the teasing - even as he acted as if he hated it. He loved having his lips played with, his clit tugged and sucked at, and he loved the feeling of Corry sliding in and out of him with anything. He was sensitive everywhere.)
Fuck.
(Even a month or so ago, he would have loathed anyone acknowledging his cunt in any sort of way, but Corry had thoroughly convinced him that he was just fine with his body, and now, the dirty talk made him feel somehow empowered. It made him feel sexy and every bit like he was in the exactly right body he needed to be in.
His groaning increases as Corry begins to fuck him with his fingers in earnest, his back arching off of the seat. It's absolutely maddening, and when he finally does come, it is a generous squirt, something that drenches Corry's tongue as much as it probably does his face. His hands have slipped down and over Corry's head, fingers curling in against his scalp, and he's seeing nothing but white and a faint glittering.)
Holy...(Hell. He was never ever going to get used to that feeling with Corry.)
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:55 pm (UTC)Danny loved the teasing - even as he acted as if he hated it. He loved having his lips played with, his clit tugged and sucked at, and he loved the feeling of Corry sliding in and out of him with anything. He was sensitive everywhere.)
Fuck.
(Even a month or so ago, he would have loathed anyone acknowledging his cunt in any sort of way, but Corry had thoroughly convinced him that he was just fine with his body, and now, the dirty talk made him feel somehow empowered. It made him feel sexy and every bit like he was in the exactly right body he needed to be in.
His groaning increases as Corry begins to fuck him with his fingers in earnest, his back arching off of the seat. It's absolutely maddening, and when he finally does come, it is a generous squirt, something that drenches Corry's tongue as much as it probably does his face. His hands have slipped down and over Corry's head, fingers curling in against his scalp, and he's seeing nothing but white and a faint glittering.)
Holy...(Hell. He was never ever going to get used to that feeling with Corry.)