[ Sinclair inhales sharply, giving a low cry against his arm when Oria does that. His whole body feels overwhelmed now, an entire fog of pleasure that he sinks into, overwhelming every sense he has. The way Oria kept thrusting into him, the hand at his length, the way Oria bites his ear. Sinclair whines a little, his fingers scrabbling for purchase as he tries to find something to keep him steady, as arousal pulses heavily in him. He's so hard now it almost hurts, the tip of his length beading with precum. Every coherent thought has fled his mind now, and the only thing he can really think about is Oria]
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