For more pleasant that has been to rail, and reshape the tight puckered, not so little, hole hidden between Äzäleä's meaty ass cheeks.
N'Ïrk has not reached his long-awaited and extremely yearned ejaculation.
By this point, he is not even mad, foreseeing the reason behind his current inability to reach the epitome of sexual gratification. As it is his own fault.
{Taking away someone else's pleasure, must affect me too. Making me less likely to feel pleasure, and prohibiting me from achieving sexual relief}
Aware of his mistake, he thinks on Bräzzeya, wanting to liberate the Jaguaress's from the pleasure denial, wanting she regains her sensitivity.
Which in turn, makes a mess with his own perception, because all the pleasure that has been piling up, is flowing across every fiber of his body.
