Faelyn had once been a man of stamina, used to his husband's voracious appetite for the carnal things, but those days were not the ones that he lived now. While he may have been a quiet lover, his sounds controlled and soft, he was far from a still one, his body giving away all of his secrets. As much as he was capable of in his limited mobility, the archivist squirmed, gripped at the edge of the desk to anchor him as he steadily lost his mind.
He tried to hang on, to let this draw out, and while it wasn't necessarily a quick thing, there was a tensing of the muscles in his abdomen and thighs, Ruth's name on his lips in warning of what was to come.
He tried to hang on, to let this draw out, and while it wasn't necessarily a quick thing, there was a tensing of the muscles in his abdomen and thighs, Ruth's name on his lips in warning of what was to come.
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