[ For every softer, affectionate exchange they had, he's coming to learn that loosing this side of the otherwise pure and sweet Kamisato Ayaka was an equal thrill. So long as he got to feel and share in every part of her, he was happy. There was bliss in knowing what he wanted and how he wanted it, and exploring what made his lover tick in all his own inexperience. Hell, he still didn't know half the words behind the softer, romantic fantasies he's harbored and the more unhinged and wanton urges that they seek to sate behind this closed door. Just because it was filthy and rough, didn't mean it wasn't romantic. And he may never hear words of distaste or swears loosed from her lips even with pleasure coursing head to toe through their bodies, but that loud moan of hers against the door? The visual of the demure Ayaka bent over and spreading her folds, waiting and pleading so she can feel every inch of him she's missed...
That sight's going to flash through his head over and over, along with the euphoria that first thrust into her tight little pussy brought him. Even when they take a lapse between rounds, she'll have his growing cock pressing wet against her belly to remind her what she did before raring to go. Cloud's thoughts could slip back to anyone, but it's equally fleeting; everything returns to the woman that he longs for. The woman he would catch every single time, be it on a stage as "Cloud" or behind the curtain as the real Cloud Strife. He missed her. He wants to be in Kyoto yesterday for her. These gooey hot springs didn't reawaken a yokai. They stripped away every layer of the boy from Nibelheim, every barrier that told him that he shouldn't ask for this or do that.
It's Cloud's white hot desire for her, not a Daikoh or Daishoku.
Ayaka makes it very hard to leave, even for the sole purpose of pulling out of that gripping pussy till only his cockhead remains, just to drive himself right back inside her. Until her ass cheeks clap against his pelvis on every pump in, delivering her that bump against her hand every time his dick taps up on her core. They've never fucked in this position before; it feels like he can go even deeper, feed her another heavy inch as the enticing sight of her back arching beneath the weight of his thrusts earns a husky groan out of the swordsman. ]
You're so tight...
[ Did he make her wait that long? Cloud wasn't really keen on moving just yet, lured in by his lustful little heron and more intent on fucking her right here till her legs couldn't take it anymore. And even when they eventually did...this wife had her husband to support her. Even if that meant hoisting her up or taking things to the bed. Until then, the hot hand that was splayed against her front glides higher, taking a generous handful of one of her bouncing tits barely contained in her top. ]
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That sight's going to flash through his head over and over, along with the euphoria that first thrust into her tight little pussy brought him. Even when they take a lapse between rounds, she'll have his growing cock pressing wet against her belly to remind her what she did before raring to go. Cloud's thoughts could slip back to anyone, but it's equally fleeting; everything returns to the woman that he longs for. The woman he would catch every single time, be it on a stage as "Cloud" or behind the curtain as the real Cloud Strife. He missed her. He wants to be in Kyoto yesterday for her. These gooey hot springs didn't reawaken a yokai. They stripped away every layer of the boy from Nibelheim, every barrier that told him that he shouldn't ask for this or do that.
It's Cloud's white hot desire for her, not a Daikoh or Daishoku.
Ayaka makes it very hard to leave, even for the sole purpose of pulling out of that gripping pussy till only his cockhead remains, just to drive himself right back inside her. Until her ass cheeks clap against his pelvis on every pump in, delivering her that bump against her hand every time his dick taps up on her core. They've never fucked in this position before; it feels like he can go even deeper, feed her another heavy inch as the enticing sight of her back arching beneath the weight of his thrusts earns a husky groan out of the swordsman. ]
You're so tight...
[ Did he make her wait that long? Cloud wasn't really keen on moving just yet, lured in by his lustful little heron and more intent on fucking her right here till her legs couldn't take it anymore. And even when they eventually did...this wife had her husband to support her. Even if that meant hoisting her up or taking things to the bed. Until then, the hot hand that was splayed against her front glides higher, taking a generous handful of one of her bouncing tits barely contained in her top. ]