[Another needy little whimper escapes Cyril as Bull slowly pushes in.] Bull... [He gasps out, a plea for him to stop teasing while at the same time he enjoys every slow moment of it.
Then he pulls out, and Cyril gasps with disappointment, until he slams back in and Cyril cries out with pleasure.
He can't even think to hold back the sounds he's making. All that matters is experiencing the pleasure of Bull using him.]
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Then he pulls out, and Cyril gasps with disappointment, until he slams back in and Cyril cries out with pleasure.
He can't even think to hold back the sounds he's making. All that matters is experiencing the pleasure of Bull using him.]