[Everett is going to be utterly exhausted by the time Hector climbs over top him, but that's... later. And he won't need the best of his energy, by then. If he was less effected with moonlust, he might think to better pace himself. He won't. He absolutely will not do that. Hector inspires too much lust for him to be so thoughtful of his own limits. As he sinks he cock into the other man, bottoms out against his heated, reddened ass, Everett believes himself incapable of ever growing tired of this.]
Nothing better... in this or any world, haah, than a lover crying out yes, yes for me, dear pet.
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Nothing better... in this or any world, haah, than a lover crying out yes, yes for me, dear pet.