Through the haze of pleasure of Birkin's tight body squeezing him intimately, Stein noticed the change in name. The whimpering was very endearing, too.
It was always like this. First Spirit, and now Birkin. They cried and bitched and whined, but when it came down to it, they couldn't help themselves.
Seating himself deep in Birkin's body, he nipped at his lips and then devoured his mouth for a few long minutes, deliberately making it hard for Birkin to breathe. His hand explored deeper, pushing aside coils of intestines until he reached the prostate. This, he rubbed against deliberately, creating a sensation even more intense than he could produce from the other side with his cock.
"That's it, Birkin," he murmured, deliberately using his last name. Slowly, he began to thrust into Birkin's body, claiming his body deeply, inside and out.
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It was always like this. First Spirit, and now Birkin. They cried and bitched and whined, but when it came down to it, they couldn't help themselves.
Seating himself deep in Birkin's body, he nipped at his lips and then devoured his mouth for a few long minutes, deliberately making it hard for Birkin to breathe. His hand explored deeper, pushing aside coils of intestines until he reached the prostate. This, he rubbed against deliberately, creating a sensation even more intense than he could produce from the other side with his cock.
"That's it, Birkin," he murmured, deliberately using his last name. Slowly, he began to thrust into Birkin's body, claiming his body deeply, inside and out.