WC: 178 OOC: You sick perves thought we were gonna play this out >
Everything was going in waves of slow motion and fast=forwarding for him. Though he did not know himself exactly all that he should do, for all of his flirting and charm… Orin was his first. He trusted himself though, trusted his instincts, and everything that moved around him, his hands were showing her his need for her, one of them caressing her bosom the other moving slowly down her side, though he wanted to touch her he could feel her wanting him more and as she touched him he felt a rush that, however easy it would have been to explain, was pure nonsense to him. His breath was ragged now, trying to keep up with his own motions, feeling the deep pleasure only a woman could give him. Her words came to his ears though and that was it for him, he couldn’t wait any longer, and he was washed over in bliss of a fantasy, one so purely beautiful he knew he would replay it over and over in his head for a very long time…
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