[He keeps this pace up until he's sure that Cyril has no idea how much time has passed. Only then does he suddenly change things up, pounding into him with impressive speed. Enough to leave him grunting as he holds those hips right where he needs them to be.]
Go on. You can come. I'm not stopping until I get my fill.
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Go on. You can come. I'm not stopping until I get my fill.