[ On the cusp of making clearer demands, he swallows his impatience when Adar sinks inside and fills him up, sending such heat through Sauron that the floors crack further and embers float through the room as he tries to match it. The hard, hurried pace is what he wants and has him moaning his approval to fill the room as he claws at Adar's shoulders and chest, legs wrapping around a waist to hold him prisoner.
His eyes slit open and turn their glow on Adar as Sauron guides him down into another kiss, licking the black blood off his bitten lip and biting into it to taste more, heels digging into the uruk's ass. ]
Good, you're so good ... Mine, you're all mine, ahh. [ Breath hitching as he rides him, Sauron works his hips with the intent of trying to make Adar come. ] Tor, fukishamash.
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His eyes slit open and turn their glow on Adar as Sauron guides him down into another kiss, licking the black blood off his bitten lip and biting into it to taste more, heels digging into the uruk's ass. ]
Good, you're so good ... Mine, you're all mine, ahh. [ Breath hitching as he rides him, Sauron works his hips with the intent of trying to make Adar come. ] Tor, fukishamash.