(It's easy to get swept up in the feeling of anything that isn't bad. This feels good. Not to mention that Quentin soaks in the want he's getting from the empathy bond and pushing it back, putting them into a bubble of shared desire and pleasure.
When Penny thrusts hard into him Quentin moans, leaning down from his hands onto his elbows, arching his ass higher so Penny can go deeper. It would be a very submissive pose if Quentin didn't keep rocking back to build that rhythm with him.)
So good, harder, I can take -- fuck.
(Penny hits him just right and Quentin gasps, feeling like there's a livewire in his body that zipped through his veins. Quentin whimpers and lets Penny take full control of his hips, bowing over and taking it. He scrambles to lean on an arm as best as he can to get a hand on himself.)
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When Penny thrusts hard into him Quentin moans, leaning down from his hands onto his elbows, arching his ass higher so Penny can go deeper. It would be a very submissive pose if Quentin didn't keep rocking back to build that rhythm with him.)
So good, harder, I can take -- fuck.
(Penny hits him just right and Quentin gasps, feeling like there's a livewire in his body that zipped through his veins. Quentin whimpers and lets Penny take full control of his hips, bowing over and taking it. He scrambles to lean on an arm as best as he can to get a hand on himself.)
Penny, god, please.