"I should make you a mold of my cock, so you can have it in you when you're breeding me." John said as he rolled his hips into Sherlock. He groaned at the tightness.
Or maybe a fucking machine as well. That way the desperation his mate felt... He felt.
"Would you like that my mate?" He purred as he slammed his hips forward.
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Or maybe a fucking machine as well. That way the desperation his mate felt... He felt.
"Would you like that my mate?" He purred as he slammed his hips forward.