An infinity of Loren's stretched out in the milky sea. Iterations of the Launceleyn as he'd never been before: hands tangled in his hair as a cock was shoved into his mouth and simultaneously, eyes looking up at him while lips wrapped around his cock and fingers explored the back of his thighs as a hungry tongue made quick work of him. Fingernails scraped down his back as lips moaned his name endlessly, teeth pulling at his earlobes and beginning for release. He was pressed against a wall, an arm snugly but pleasantly around his throat, fucked from behind with increasing fervor. Legs wrapped around his neck as his lips wrapped around a cock, his body astride his own, while precisely the same thing was happening in reverse.
And on and on it went, this obscured reality where the question of it being real was unimportant and distant compared to the uproar of pleasure coming in resounding waves, over and over again.
Though Frey didn't pull away, they seemed to re-center themselves low in the Launceleyn's belly. They seemed to radiate around the growing pressure in Loren's balls, flowing upwards towards the sensitive skin of his head and then surging back deep within, footing themselves in his thighs and down to his toes.
And on and on it went, this obscured reality where the question of it being real was unimportant and distant compared to the uproar of pleasure coming in resounding waves, over and over again.
Though Frey didn't pull away, they seemed to re-center themselves low in the Launceleyn's belly. They seemed to radiate around the growing pressure in Loren's balls, flowing upwards towards the sensitive skin of his head and then surging back deep within, footing themselves in his thighs and down to his toes.
