Fingers grabbed at hips or thighs, nails occasionally digging in. Lips whispering sweet nothings as they kiss at sensitive patches.

Every single plea was 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 as they laid back against his chest.

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