[ His neck arches back on this second go. He practically pushes his throat into her hand as she squeezes. His breath is even raspier now, his chest heaving as he struggles to draw enough air past her hand. His hand digs hard into the ground beside him as he struggles to maintain control. As he struggles not to squirm against her. As he struggles not to succumb to his animal instincts, struggles not to fight and kick, to master himself.
It's hard. It takes so much effort. To be good, to be obedient, servile, it takes so much control from him, so much that he's trembling all over as his air gets cut off completely. His head swims as he fights for breath, the sensation euphoric, ecstatic. He'd do anything she asked him to do, he thinks. He wants to devour her. He wants her to devour him. He wants to fuck her hard, wants to make her shake in his arms. He wants to master her and be mastered by her. For a moment, the greatest exercise of control isn't in how he stays still but in how he doesn't surge up to kiss her.
He presses up against her when her hips twitch against him. He desperately, ferociously wants to please her. ]
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It's hard. It takes so much effort. To be good, to be obedient, servile, it takes so much control from him, so much that he's trembling all over as his air gets cut off completely. His head swims as he fights for breath, the sensation euphoric, ecstatic. He'd do anything she asked him to do, he thinks. He wants to devour her. He wants her to devour him. He wants to fuck her hard, wants to make her shake in his arms. He wants to master her and be mastered by her. For a moment, the greatest exercise of control isn't in how he stays still but in how he doesn't surge up to kiss her.
He presses up against her when her hips twitch against him. He desperately, ferociously wants to please her. ]