“You’re so deep…”
he moans,
“So full. Fuck, I’m not gonna make it if you keep talkin’ like that.”
His tail slaps against your side once — hard — then coils and trembles, twitching with every grind now, like his whole body is caught in the tension.
“Please, baby,”
he begs, voice cracking just a little,
“Come in me. I need it. I wanna feel it shoot. I wanna remember how you fill me up. Please.”