[ Sinclair moans a little louder as Oria presses two fingers in him. It's feels good, a faint burn that dissipates into a pleasurable feeling that had him squirming against Oria, his breath quickening as he arches up, grinding messily against Oria's thigh, and pressing his own between Oria's legs. The more Oria works him open, and licks and nips at his neck without any sense of pressure, the harder it is to hold back his noises]
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