I liked the nest of succubi who nearly starved Laszlo as they took turns fucking him. I liked seeing him covered in sweat and delirious with pleasure. Laszlo was panting, grunting as he fucked my mouth, still slow, deep enough to touch the back of my throat. He wasn't aggressive, but he was demanding, holding me in place for him, moaning when I pulled my cheeks in as he dragged out. My own body answered, clenching on nothing. I'd loved this act once, long ago. Loved making my partner weak with need, at my mercy. It was a kind of restoration to claim that power again. "I liked when Hywel nearly
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