[ The cry is torn from Aspen's throat before he can even say his full name, his vowels drawn out into a long whine as his body arches and twists, writhing underneath the force of his thrusts. The depth has his eyes tearing up out of pleasure, so much pleasure he's shaking hard in anticipation of his orgasm. He's being good, though. He's hanging on, his breaths shallow and brows drawn to focus.
Even as good as this all feels, as much as Sinbad clearly wants to drive him out of control, he's keeping a firm handle on himself - knees almost pressing together as he tightens and rearranges himself, body holding his length inside of him tighter with the shift. ]
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[ The cry is torn from Aspen's throat before he can even say his full name, his vowels drawn out into a long whine as his body arches and twists, writhing underneath the force of his thrusts. The depth has his eyes tearing up out of pleasure, so much pleasure he's shaking hard in anticipation of his orgasm. He's being good, though. He's hanging on, his breaths shallow and brows drawn to focus.
Even as good as this all feels, as much as Sinbad clearly wants to drive him out of control, he's keeping a firm handle on himself - knees almost pressing together as he tightens and rearranges himself, body holding his length inside of him tighter with the shift. ]