[Self-consciousness is far from his mind at the moment. Everything is except for white hot pleasure and heat and her. If he did have a clear head, he might be embarrassed about how quickly his body is careening toward a climax, but he can't possibly care about that right now.
He moans louder with every thrust, dangling on the precipice. All he needs is one final push.]
Re: Day 513, late evening
He moans louder with every thrust, dangling on the precipice. All he needs is one final push.]