His curses are steady, mixed with Spanish and French, as if eager to show
off what he's learned since being that fifteen year old. He lightens his
grip, but only barely, his curses turning to soft whining noises of praise
as he arches his hips off the bed, still getting used to his mass once
more. "What're you doing to me?" he gasps.
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His curses are steady, mixed with Spanish and French, as if eager to show off what he's learned since being that fifteen year old. He lightens his grip, but only barely, his curses turning to soft whining noises of praise as he arches his hips off the bed, still getting used to his mass once more. "What're you doing to me?" he gasps.