"Oh my god," he whimpers, shaking as he rides that edge until Jiang manages to coax him into another orgasm with that obscene, perfect mouth; he feels delirious, floating.
Prokopenko curls up as much as he can without shoving himself off the seat; thankfully they're pretty deep. He tries to pull his hips away; he's getting oversensitive. "I can't, I can't."
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Date: 2017-04-19 08:16 am (UTC)Prokopenko curls up as much as he can without shoving himself off the seat; thankfully they're pretty deep. He tries to pull his hips away; he's getting oversensitive. "I can't, I can't."