── .✦ ᯓ★ ── .✦ ᯓ★ ── .✦ ᯓ★
Thoughts of how different his hand is now are all drowned out by how comfortably Mesis fits in his hold. The spaces between are a perfect fit. He whines, whimpers, squeezes tight. It's close. Just a bit more.
His smirk only grows, but he can't maintain it long. He's slowly losing himself. Lost in the sauce, as they say. He can feel the tension growing in his loins. Soon enough he won't be able to hold back anymore.
"I waaaaant it..." What a little whore, begging like that. "I want more..."
"I waaaaant it..." What a little whore, begging like that. "I want more..."
It's almost heartbreaking how faint it has become. He can't hide his pain, not like this, not anymore, and not from 'Mesis.
This will make it all better...
"I waaaaant it..." What a little whore, begging like that. "I want more..."
DRAGS HIS PUSSY ACROSS THE FLOOR LIKE A DOG WITH AN ITCHY ASS
DRAGS HIS PUSSY ACROSS THE FLOOR LIKE A DOG WITH AN ITCHY ASS
It's almost heartbreaking how faint it has become. He can't hide his pain, not like this, not anymore, and not from 'Mesis.
This will make it all better...
It's almost heartbreaking how faint it has become. He can't hide his pain, not like this, not anymore, and not from 'Mesis.
This will make it all better...
"G-Gods, Rayman," is all he can manage to say.
Gods above, he just... He's not even ⤵️
More accurately, he could've hurt it... That's so scary to imagine.
Gods above, he just... He's not even ⤵️
[Nope. Get pancaked, idiot. So long.]
[Nope. Get pancaked, idiot. So long.]