[OMFG, Floyd, STFU. Don't remind Idia just what is happening. Let him just fall into that fog of pleasure and not think.] Shut up, shut up. [Ahhh, is this what hate fucking is like? Because, gods! Seeing Floyd like that, even hearing him like that despite Idia hating what Floyd was saying, that it was coming from Floyd...
It's so good! What is wrong with him?! Getting off to this! Is this what like watching camgirls and camguys like? But even more intense, Floyd working for an audience of one.
Damn you Floyd!] Y-Yeah. Real good, Floyd. Real good~ [Idia pants away, mouth parted, eyes half hooded, gaze glued to the screen and Floyd putting on such a show. So very past gone by now, all those worries before completely gone as Idia falls into that numbness of pleasure. No thoughts. No worries. Just wanting.]
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It's so good! What is wrong with him?! Getting off to this! Is this what like watching camgirls and camguys like? But even more intense, Floyd working for an audience of one.
Damn you Floyd!] Y-Yeah. Real good, Floyd. Real good~ [Idia pants away, mouth parted, eyes half hooded, gaze glued to the screen and Floyd putting on such a show. So very past gone by now, all those worries before completely gone as Idia falls into that numbness of pleasure. No thoughts. No worries. Just wanting.]