[Sinclair buries his face against Oria's neck to stifle his too loud moans as each thrust from Oria wracks through his body. Arousal builds up in him fast and hard, dizzying even. His breath is short and breathless, as he tries to reach for what he wants to say as Oria's breathless words against his ear scrambles his brain]
Oria-- [ Calling out Oria's name is more like a low moan now ] I like you in me. It feels really--
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Oria-- [ Calling out Oria's name is more like a low moan now ] I like you in me. It feels really--