The faster pace was hurting and stretching more, pressing further inside with each near brutal thrust. Cloud wasn't at all surprised when the length in front of him pushed past his lips, expecting such an action the instant he parted his lips. He was trying his best not to choke, to keep all his emotions in check, but there was such a conflict in his head; should he let loose with the tears, should he stand firm, or should he bite?
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