[ Booker drops his head back against the tree and groans loud enough that it startles some of the glowing butterflies. The touch isn't anything special. It's just the demon's hand and just a simple stroke but it burst through him. His hips jerk up to fuck the demon's fist. Every inch of his body wants more. ]
Fuck. [ He drags his hand into the demon's hair and pulls his mouth back for a punishing kiss, demanding more. He has a thought in the back of his mind to be gentler, kinder, or something but it doesn't seem possible with how badly he needs to get off.
Booker lets go again only to lift his hips high enough to push down his pants and underwear to free his cock. He's not a high class man. Not all. He wants to get down to business and break free of this possession. Feels like a possession, like his body's been taken over. ]
Come on, pretty thing. You can do more. [ He's taunting a demon. Surely not the stupidest thing he's done in his life. ]
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Fuck. [ He drags his hand into the demon's hair and pulls his mouth back for a punishing kiss, demanding more. He has a thought in the back of his mind to be gentler, kinder, or something but it doesn't seem possible with how badly he needs to get off.
Booker lets go again only to lift his hips high enough to push down his pants and underwear to free his cock. He's not a high class man. Not all. He wants to get down to business and break free of this possession. Feels like a possession, like his body's been taken over. ]
Come on, pretty thing. You can do more. [ He's taunting a demon. Surely not the stupidest thing he's done in his life. ]