[ Whereas Ayaka places a hand upon his shoulder to get up on the tips of her toes, Cloud instinctually sees this as an opportunity to get her a little bit closer. She's indulging his hunger- making him forget where they are, or...rather he didn't care. Enough of himself remained to know who he was with. To know that when it came to his affections for Kamisato Ayaka, she only deserved every part of him. All of his effort. All of his attention. And she would get all of that tonight. For everything that the Sakumi Festival would do to them both, with a change of scenery and warped impulses, Cloud and Ayaka get to have each other tonight.
This time, when his tongue sweeps along her lips, pressing more firmly in a bid to taste her deeper, the hand that trails her hip glides further back, until it's unabashedly...possessively squeezing her backside. Cloud can only think of all the times they've let themselves come unglued for one another. How behind closed doors, she once bent over for him, hands sensually inviting him to drink in every little curve on her petite body. How she begged him with her eyes, with a spread little pussy to stir her insides with a single stroke of his cock. How she wore his hot load on her lips and dribbling down her chest when she got down on her knees for him.
She thrilled him. In ways that meant she wasn't just some "itch" he needed scratching. She was the one who could fulfill this for him. Only this time, as he pants between kisses and steps into her, coaxing his little bunny of a girlfriend back...and back...and back until she'd feel herself touching against the railings of the climbing dome while he fondled her ass. ]
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This time, when his tongue sweeps along her lips, pressing more firmly in a bid to taste her deeper, the hand that trails her hip glides further back, until it's unabashedly...possessively squeezing her backside. Cloud can only think of all the times they've let themselves come unglued for one another. How behind closed doors, she once bent over for him, hands sensually inviting him to drink in every little curve on her petite body. How she begged him with her eyes, with a spread little pussy to stir her insides with a single stroke of his cock. How she wore his hot load on her lips and dribbling down her chest when she got down on her knees for him.
She thrilled him. In ways that meant she wasn't just some "itch" he needed scratching. She was the one who could fulfill this for him. Only this time, as he pants between kisses and steps into her, coaxing his little bunny of a girlfriend back...and back...and back until she'd feel herself touching against the railings of the climbing dome while he fondled her ass. ]