Go
deep throat
a cactus
Well aware of what he’s doing, Wessex just raises an eyebrow. Oh men and their fragile ego. What is one person’s cup of tea isn’t anothers. Case and point - nubile young women. “Try again when you’re as big, black and hard as the Spire, yeah?” Just a little inside joke, there. Wessex isn’t a sizeist. After all, most women know it isn’t the length, but the girth, and what you can do with it.
“Mixed bag. Some love it. Crave it.” Like Edy. “Some will endure it for the sake of letting Ascended use their powers when shit’s going down, and it makes other’s skin crawl. Just gotta find the right ones.” Oops, looks like she forgot one little thing. A silly technicality. “Have to, cause it’s the only way you’re going to orgasm from here on it. Your dick is useless now.” So’s her clit. Technically. There’s no edging, no finger-fucking, no oral - no amount of sexual stimulation will wake her up.
And no one’s told Wessex about the boner room.
“Mixed bag. Some love it. Crave it.” Like Edy. “Some will endure it for the sake of letting Ascended use their powers when shit’s going down, and it makes other’s skin crawl. Just gotta find the right ones.” Oops, looks like she forgot one little thing. A silly technicality. “Have to, cause it’s the only way you’re going to orgasm from here on it. Your dick is useless now.” So’s her clit. Technically. There’s no edging, no finger-fucking, no oral - no amount of sexual stimulation will wake her up.
And no one’s told Wessex about the boner room.
