what is the difference between thigh fucking and thigh riding
thigh riding would typically be like uh fjsndnen you grinding yourself against his one thigh and thigh fucking would be him putting his dick between your thighs and thrusting
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what is the difference between thigh fucking and thigh riding
thigh riding would typically be like uh fjsndnen you grinding yourself against his one thigh and thigh fucking would be him putting his dick between your thighs and thrusting
Arlo took a deep breath trying to still himself. He didn't want to frighten Syra. Not again, he didn't want to see her cry once more holding him.
And most importantly, he didn't want to harm Fannar, he didn't want the pain he was feeling to pass to Fannar.
Why would it pass to Fannar?
Their heart. Their heart beat in his chest.
He held his breath and tried to stall himself, but the memories flooded him. Cutting Fannar's chest open, cradling the heart with the lie, holding it in the box unable to do anything with it. Fearing it was going to die. Seeing Fannar grow ever so sicker like he was going to die anyway.
He had taken their heart in the end.
Syra: Arlo?...
And the Eye held on. And suddenly one memory crossed him, one that was not his, but the Eye's, the Eye was terrified. A man in gold armour, blue eyes and blond hair, he looked like a hero from a fairytale, and there was dread, there was pain. Since you can't die, I guess I can do whatever I want to you.
It's not like you'll die.
Arlo: I'm okay!... -He held Fannar, looking up to him to see if he was feeling it too.