[Sinclair gasps, writhing a little harder, the fabric of his shirt falling from his mouth. He manages to bite back a loud moan, and takes a moment to catch his breath, shuddering]
Oria... it's good. Too good. I...
[He presses back against Oria, hard enough to feel the dildo bump into him in a way that makes him feel stars, but hopefully also enough to make it feel good for Oria too. He takes a second and managed to brace himself with one forearm as he reaches back to squeeze at Oria's hip, encouraging]
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Oria... it's good. Too good. I...
[He presses back against
Oria, hard enough to feel the dildo bump into him in a way that makes him feel stars, but hopefully also enough to make it feel good for Oria too. He takes a second and managed to brace himself with one forearm as he reaches back to squeeze at Oria's hip, encouraging]
Keep going. Don't stop.