[ INLAND EMPIRE - Those two words are the only fuel you need. The furnace is warming, coming back to life. The husk in her voice burns your drums and will leave wounds for days to come.
Praise is an easy way past his heart and to his vast soul, the ocean willing to take any drop big or small. Again he moans with abandon against her and if she hears a little sob along with it then that can only be good. His eyes are wet with the mix of her fluids and salty tears welling up in his eyes, chest heavy with emotions he can't put words to. His mind is blank except for the want, the *need*, to bring her to climax. To please her and give her reason to praise him. Faintly he feels a tightening hardness between his legs, but doesn't let it distract from eating her out with greedy mouth motions up and down, tongue catching her taste even as it begins to ache. ]
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Praise is an easy way past his heart and to his vast soul, the ocean willing to take any drop big or small. Again he moans with abandon against her and if she hears a little sob along with it then that can only be good. His eyes are wet with the mix of her fluids and salty tears welling up in his eyes, chest heavy with emotions he can't put words to. His mind is blank except for the want, the *need*, to bring her to climax. To please her and give her reason to praise him. Faintly he feels a tightening hardness between his legs, but doesn't let it distract from eating her out with greedy mouth motions up and down, tongue catching her taste even as it begins to ache. ]