[No response this time--with Leona's body encouraging him on, he locks in. He's tied down with those vines and still so, so inviting. Chobe leans further over the lion's body, panting, wanting to talk all him in right the fuck now. So what is he waiting for?
He slams himself in deeper, far more violently than before, as if trying to demand Leona somehow submit even further to him. He doesn't relent, each thrust knocking him back and teasing a release, and Chobe's nails dig in hard enough to draw blood on Leona's thighs. He won't stop, nah, not until this fucker comes first. He can hold out, and every bit of restraint he enforces on himself just makes every plunge all the more feral and needier.]
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He slams himself in deeper, far more violently than before, as if trying to demand Leona somehow submit even further to him. He doesn't relent, each thrust knocking him back and teasing a release, and Chobe's nails dig in hard enough to draw blood on Leona's thighs. He won't stop, nah, not until this fucker comes first. He can hold out, and every bit of restraint he enforces on himself just makes every plunge all the more feral and needier.]