Filthy Dramione Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Now his fingers are sliding through my soaked folds while the driver pretends not to notice, and I'm biting my lip so hard I taste blood, trying not to moan out loud. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Fuck, you're wet," Damien murmurs against my ear, his voice low enough that only I can hear. "Absolutely drenched. Is this all for me?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," I gasp as his fingertip circles my swollen clit. "I've been wet all day. I'm—" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're what?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“Take every drop.” He buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded Elias’s insides, pulse after pulse. Elias whimpered at the feeling of being filled so completely. Damien stayed buried inside him for a long moment, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed where it belonged. His teeth were still pressed against Elias’s skin, another fresh hickey forming under his mouth. When he finally pulled out, cum immediately began dripping down Elias’s thighs.