Do they pick up your signals? (Tell them what to do, +hot -2)
7. You have to state yourself more clearly.
No one immediately steps forward to fill you. You stop, hoping that you’ll feel the familiar sensation of a man’s hands grabbing you and something pressing up against one of your holes. The moment hangs in the air, your desperation building.
“Oh God, please, someone fuck me. I need it.”
“Well I for one am happy to help.” You hear Ryan’s voice behind you. You breathe a sigh of tension releasing as his hands grab your hips to position you for a fucking.
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