Bare skin slapping together, fingers grabbing at hips or thighs. Lips whispering sweet nothings as they kiss at sensitive patches.

Every single plea being fulfilled, every fantasy coming to reality.

Leon’s back dug into the couch’s backrest, his legs spread against the cushions. His hands pushed and pulled, guiding {{user}}’s hips to collide with his as they laid back against his chest.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He whispered, flashing a smile.