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"Say it."
"... No... Damn."
"If you do not say it, Napoleon, there will be no more of this—"
"Guh."
"Or this—"
"Bastard!"
"And certainly no more of this."
"... Why have you stopped?"
"You know why. If you want my tongue back here..."
"Yesssss."
"—and then my cock sliding in to you, brushing your prostate over and over again as I—"
"Less talk, more action."
"Then you will say it. I'm waiting."
"If I wasn't handcuffed to this bed you'd—"
"Say it."
"Uncle! There, are you satisfied?"
"No, but I soon will be."
"ILLYA!"