[Sinclair shudders with need, rocking his hips against Oria's thigh a little harder for some relief. When Oria's words sink in, he swallows again, nodding]
Oria--yes. Okay.
[He feels urgent with need now and he draws his fingers out of Oria, reaching for the condom. He pulls off his own pants, opening the condom packet to slide it over his length]
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Oria--yes. Okay.
[He feels urgent with need now and he draws his fingers out of Oria, reaching for the condom. He pulls off his own pants, opening the condom packet to slide it over his length]