[ Ayaka doesn't know what being "tight" means. Judging from Cloud's tone, she can tell that it's not a bad thing, at least. And from what she's able to feel in her, his throbbing member leaking precum and it mixing with her juices... it doesn't seem like a bad thing at all. Rather than ask to confirm, what she's able to get out is a whimper as the Shirasagi Himegimi shivers from the pleasure.
Did he make her wait that long? Ayaka could never answer that with a "yes". She'd been doing her best by herself; moments when they would text or talk over the magi-comm being times when she would feel the least lonely during that day. Come nighttime, before bed, she'd think of him still. She'd think of how he looked when they slept next to each other in Nara. His hair looked so soft... He was crying when he woke up from a nightmare then. And she worries at times, if he's had more of those while they've been separated. Cloud's never said anything about it, but she also wonders if he would say anything at all if not asked.
But sometimes, she would run her hand up her other arm, a soft and heated touch, and she would pretend that it's his touch on her skin. She would pretend it's his larger hands squeezing her breasts, his thick and throbbing cock inside her as she uses one of her toys to make herself feel good. Those little ideas constructed in her head from books she's read put her in certain scenarios, put Cloud in certain scenarios, hushed stories solely for Kamisato Ayaka to enjoy with the lights turned off and just the moonlight witnessing it all.
To think... the Shirasagi Himegimi would be doing—let alone thinking—such things. ]
Cloud... [ Their hips slapping one another fills the room. And it's true— even Ayaka feels that Cloud's far deeper in her this time, and it couldn't be any better. Each thrust, each slap, and a moan leaves her lips, the young heron drowning in ecstasy now that she has what she wants— what she's needed for so many days now.
With Cloud's hand on her breast, and with the way he's rocking her body, even a squeeze would make it so easy for her tit to spill out from her clothing and bare into his hand. What a sight to see, because Ayaka wouldn't do anything about it. She wants it this way. She wants nothing less than this. ]
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Did he make her wait that long? Ayaka could never answer that with a "yes". She'd been doing her best by herself; moments when they would text or talk over the magi-comm being times when she would feel the least lonely during that day. Come nighttime, before bed, she'd think of him still. She'd think of how he looked when they slept next to each other in Nara. His hair looked so soft... He was crying when he woke up from a nightmare then. And she worries at times, if he's had more of those while they've been separated. Cloud's never said anything about it, but she also wonders if he would say anything at all if not asked.
But sometimes, she would run her hand up her other arm, a soft and heated touch, and she would pretend that it's his touch on her skin. She would pretend it's his larger hands squeezing her breasts, his thick and throbbing cock inside her as she uses one of her toys to make herself feel good. Those little ideas constructed in her head from books she's read put her in certain scenarios, put Cloud in certain scenarios, hushed stories solely for Kamisato Ayaka to enjoy with the lights turned off and just the moonlight witnessing it all.
To think... the Shirasagi Himegimi would be doing—let alone thinking—such things. ]
Cloud... [ Their hips slapping one another fills the room. And it's true— even Ayaka feels that Cloud's far deeper in her this time, and it couldn't be any better. Each thrust, each slap, and a moan leaves her lips, the young heron drowning in ecstasy now that she has what she wants— what she's needed for so many days now.
With Cloud's hand on her breast, and with the way he's rocking her body, even a squeeze would make it so easy for her tit to spill out from her clothing and bare into his hand. What a sight to see, because Ayaka wouldn't do anything about it. She wants it this way. She wants nothing less than this. ]