[ If calling her out on how close she was to taking that plunge again embarrassed her, the way her walls grip his fingers so tight as he curls and pumps and pumps and pumps was telling him not to stop. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to lose focus on his hand working furiously to drive her to another intense climax, he'd have lavished her exposed skin with kisses already, her sweat-glistening tits heaving and begging to be nipped and sucked. It was unbecoming of the Shirasagi Himegimi to be seen in such an unsightly way. That she had an image to uphold. Surely to reach new heights of pleasure with a lover had to come so romantically; their hands enlaced and her body melting into his as they bask in afterglow and lay away to dreams of what tomorrow can bring. Anything less was just...shameless.
But then...
"I'm—" ]
Hmm—?
[ She wasn't the Shirasagi Himegimi right now, was she? She was Kamisato Ayaka, pure and sweet, alone no more and finally free to spread her wings. Spread her legs. The viscous hot springs showed them both how badly they missed one another, unfiltered desires laid out for both to see. Whether she was spreading her little pussy for him and begging him to fuck her right where others on the other side of a door could hear, or rubbing over her womb when she felt his cock shift and threaten to impregnate her...
Or right here. Right now. With her beau's fingers fucking her, pussy juices and hot cum gushing as she kicks and fights it all the way to the very tip top of that rollercoaster.
He holds her tighter. From the roll of her breasts as she fidgets beneath him, her feeble attempts to keep quiet and how wet her walls were as she fights the end with all her might, he's back to being fully hard for her again, his own cock a glistening white and clear mess as it throbs so hot up the side of her stomach. He wants to fuck her again so bad, but he waits. Oh-so-patiently waits as he reminds her. She wasn't the Shirasagi Himegimi here. She was Kamisato Ayaka. She was his girlfriend. He was her beau. Her oni-blessed husband.
I'm— ]
Uh huh—?
[ And he really wants his wife to cum on his hand. ]
no subject
But then...
"I'm—" ]
Hmm—?
[ She wasn't the Shirasagi Himegimi right now, was she? She was Kamisato Ayaka, pure and sweet, alone no more and finally free to spread her wings. Spread her legs. The viscous hot springs showed them both how badly they missed one another, unfiltered desires laid out for both to see. Whether she was spreading her little pussy for him and begging him to fuck her right where others on the other side of a door could hear, or rubbing over her womb when she felt his cock shift and threaten to impregnate her...
Or right here. Right now. With her beau's fingers fucking her, pussy juices and hot cum gushing as she kicks and fights it all the way to the very tip top of that rollercoaster.
He holds her tighter. From the roll of her breasts as she fidgets beneath him, her feeble attempts to keep quiet and how wet her walls were as she fights the end with all her might, he's back to being fully hard for her again, his own cock a glistening white and clear mess as it throbs so hot up the side of her stomach. He wants to fuck her again so bad, but he waits. Oh-so-patiently waits as he reminds her. She wasn't the Shirasagi Himegimi here. She was Kamisato Ayaka. She was his girlfriend. He was her beau. Her oni-blessed husband.
I'm— ]
Uh huh—?
[ And he really wants his wife to cum on his hand. ]