[He'd always known she was no stranger to trouble, how could you be when you were the one hiding people away from the Tenryou Commission during the Vision Hunt Decree? He wasn't unaware of that, but he hadn't thought that she'd be the kind of person to play a trick on him right in front of his face so brazenly, and he'd fallen for it. It's not like how the Harbingers conduct themselves, this was entirely his fault for underestimating her, and she correctly took advantage of his trust in her- but for something that would only allow him to feel more free and enjoy something he loves to do with her- have gratuitous amounts of sex. He definitely can't get mad about getting turned on, and it shows.]
You...I'd hardly pegged you as the kind of person to do such a thing...oh!!!
[Her hand acts as if it were controlling him, his length the steering wheel as she drives him further downward into a pool of lust and desire. His hands reach for any part of her body he can get a hold of, one finding her side while the other finding her breast, kneading into it as he continues to squirm underneath her ministrations. Tartaglia watches her hands unbuckle him as if it were in slow-mo, pupils dilating as she begins to stroke him up and down, earning a little-too-loud moan from him. Her hands feel like fire against his sensitive skin, shuddering with delight but feeling like he needs something more, something deeper to satisfy him.]
Yes, please.
[He begs, desperation on his face as a growing hunger builds in the pit of his stomach. Tartaglia throbs for her pussy, to enter it again and feel it wrap around him so tightly. It's all he can think about as she teases him, and bits of precum pool at his tip. The man has forgotten about where he is and if anyone can see them, at least temporarily.]
Please, Yoimiya. I want to sink so deeply inside of you, I want you to ride me right here until you've milked every last drop out of me. How could I not be excited for you, your body is perfect in all ways, your breasts fit perfectly into my palms as if you were made just for me. I'm completely at your mercy here...I'll do anything you wish, just name it.
[Little whimpers come from him as she continues to stroke his cock, throbbing terribly into it as he mindlessly gropes her breast, completely missing the couple that walks dangerously close to them as they walk through the park.]
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You...I'd hardly pegged you as the kind of person to do such a thing...oh!!!
[Her hand acts as if it were controlling him, his length the steering wheel as she drives him further downward into a pool of lust and desire. His hands reach for any part of her body he can get a hold of, one finding her side while the other finding her breast, kneading into it as he continues to squirm underneath her ministrations. Tartaglia watches her hands unbuckle him as if it were in slow-mo, pupils dilating as she begins to stroke him up and down, earning a little-too-loud moan from him. Her hands feel like fire against his sensitive skin, shuddering with delight but feeling like he needs something more, something deeper to satisfy him.]
Yes, please.
[He begs, desperation on his face as a growing hunger builds in the pit of his stomach. Tartaglia throbs for her pussy, to enter it again and feel it wrap around him so tightly. It's all he can think about as she teases him, and bits of precum pool at his tip. The man has forgotten about where he is and if anyone can see them, at least temporarily.]
Please, Yoimiya. I want to sink so deeply inside of you, I want you to ride me right here until you've milked every last drop out of me. How could I not be excited for you, your body is perfect in all ways, your breasts fit perfectly into my palms as if you were made just for me. I'm completely at your mercy here...I'll do anything you wish, just name it.
[Little whimpers come from him as she continues to stroke his cock, throbbing terribly into it as he mindlessly gropes her breast, completely missing the couple that walks dangerously close to them as they walk through the park.]