[francel trembles like a leaf in the wind as he feels aymeric press against him and then inside of him, hardness turning into fullness, and it's plain to see that he wants every bit of it and then some. francel whimpers before he can stop himself, leaning forward so that his mouth is pressed against aymeric's ear; he's whispering absolute filth and he doesn't even entirely realize he's doing it.]
Yes, yes, yes, yes — please, keep going, Aymeric, please — I want you, I want this — I want you to ruin me, I want — please —
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Yes, yes, yes, yes — please, keep going, Aymeric, please — I want you, I want this — I want you to ruin me, I want — please —