he grabs one, lacing our fingers. “You love me, don’t you?” “I love you so much,” I choke, relaxing just enough for him to tunnel inside. And I purr out a shaky sound, intoxicated by the burn of him entering me. “Oh fuck, Kyran, feel it…”
Not them making loooovveee. 🥴♥️. This feels like such a private moment that I’m interrupting.