Obi-Wan’s fingers slide out of his mouth and Klaus nips at the tip of them, tasting himself on his lips, and then the toy is sliding into him with one smooth thrust, filling him so completely. Klaus lets out a startled cry, hips jerking almost violently as his body tries to curl in on itself.
It’s almost too much, the pleasure building up to a fever pitch, but Klaus leans into it instead of shying away, breathing in deep and arching his back as Obi-Wan fucks him. The toy buzzes inside of him, stretching him open, while Obi-Wan’s cock does the same. It’s an obscenely good feeling, being so full, and Klaus grabs at his tits as he lets out another loud cry. The neighbors might be getting an earful, but Klaus can’t stay quiet, not for this.
He presses himself up onto his elbows so he can watch, eyes wide as the toy sinks into him again and again. His hips and thighs are wet with his own come and Klaus draws his knees up, whimpering as the toy drives in deep again. It feels like one long orgasm, each thrust something like euphoria, and Klaus lets his head fall back, chest heaving.
And then Obi-Wan angles the toy just a little, driving it in hard right against that magical spot deep in his cunt, and Klaus thinks he might have screamed. He isn’t thinking much at all, too consumed by the pleasure to do anything but feel it, and that’s exactly what he wanted, that empty-headed buzz. It’s chaotic and peaceful all at once, and Klaus lets out another guttural cry as he falls back against the bed again, trembling all over.
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It’s almost too much, the pleasure building up to a fever pitch, but Klaus leans into it instead of shying away, breathing in deep and arching his back as Obi-Wan fucks him. The toy buzzes inside of him, stretching him open, while Obi-Wan’s cock does the same. It’s an obscenely good feeling, being so full, and Klaus grabs at his tits as he lets out another loud cry. The neighbors might be getting an earful, but Klaus can’t stay quiet, not for this.
He presses himself up onto his elbows so he can watch, eyes wide as the toy sinks into him again and again. His hips and thighs are wet with his own come and Klaus draws his knees up, whimpering as the toy drives in deep again. It feels like one long orgasm, each thrust something like euphoria, and Klaus lets his head fall back, chest heaving.
And then Obi-Wan angles the toy just a little, driving it in hard right against that magical spot deep in his cunt, and Klaus thinks he might have screamed. He isn’t thinking much at all, too consumed by the pleasure to do anything but feel it, and that’s exactly what he wanted, that empty-headed buzz. It’s chaotic and peaceful all at once, and Klaus lets out another guttural cry as he falls back against the bed again, trembling all over.