[A tremble shot up his spine as Blitzø slipped back inside, the owl exhaling a sigh of relief. With each new thrust the imp was rewarded with a symphony of sweet moans. The intensity of which directly corresponded to how well the murderer for hire was preforming. Stolas really hit the high notes every time the pace picked back up, really sinking his claws into the down pillows above his head, threatening to rip them open. But every time when the goeita was about to see the stars, Blitzø would switch up the tune on him, always keeping him on the brink. It was sweet torture. The owl was sopping wet but with how the imp had him pinned to the bed, it was difficult to find the leverage to press his hips back into him. This shit wasn't fair.]
Blitz, please... [Stolas' voice was growing hoarse.] More... Fuck me harder... I want you all the way up inside me where only you can reach~
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Blitz, please... [Stolas' voice was growing hoarse.] More... Fuck me harder... I want you all the way up inside me where only you can reach~