Categories > Books > Lord of the Rings > A tribute to obsession
"Harder..." Maitimo cried, arching his back and tossing his head, his glorious red mane spilling on the pillows beneath him.
But the exquisite pleasure kept pooling in his loins with smooth, deliberate strokes and the thick shaft that filled him moved excruciatingly slow, making Maitimo quiver and beg for more.
"Harder, Atar... please!" he whimpered, clutching the bedding and closing his eyes against the wicked beauty of Feanaro's face.
Maitimo screamed and slid over the silken sheets, with the force of a hard, deep thrust.
"Is this... how you like it?" Feanaro growled, slamming roughly into the yeilding body beneath him, growing all the more aroused as Maitimo's cries and moans filled his ears.
But the exquisite pleasure kept pooling in his loins with smooth, deliberate strokes and the thick shaft that filled him moved excruciatingly slow, making Maitimo quiver and beg for more.
"Harder, Atar... please!" he whimpered, clutching the bedding and closing his eyes against the wicked beauty of Feanaro's face.
Maitimo screamed and slid over the silken sheets, with the force of a hard, deep thrust.
"Is this... how you like it?" Feanaro growled, slamming roughly into the yeilding body beneath him, growing all the more aroused as Maitimo's cries and moans filled his ears.
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