[Yoimiya's breasts popping back out in full view for him to see is another nail in the coffin as the fire in his gut rages on, kneading both of them now as desire completely overpowers and takes over his mind. They feel so soft, so supple in his palms, fueling the raging boner he has as Yoimiya's hands stroke him. He's fallen right into her trap, the candy removing the safeguards he had to keep them from exposing themselves in public, no longer caring for the consequences of what might come if someone happened across them. Her dirty words play like a melody in his ears, her predatory eyes capturing him as she licks her lips at his desperation and neediness, lulling him into a state of submission that allows his deepest, darkest desires to blossom.
Tartaglia silently stares upward at her as she positions herself, anxious for her to let him slide inside and finally satisfy the burning desire that throbs in her hands. And when she finally does, the sensation of her walls welcoming him as she slides all the way down sends a shock to his system, moaning delightfully with her as every nerve is enveloped by her warmth. His fingertips grip into her breasts, his mouth hangs agape as his breath hitches, staring up in a hazy lust that begs for her to continue and bring them both the pleasure they're seeking.]
Fuck me, Yoimiya. Please...
[Now that she's positioned herself, he can lean forward to suck idly on her breasts, his tongue circling her nipple as he tries to coax her more into giving into their whims. The stroke of her pussy elicits another greedy, hungry moan from him, ready for her to begin to pump her hips as he loses himself in her body. But he doesn't get terribly far, the voices of the couple invading his thoughts as he freezes completely and his eyes widen in shock as he looks in the direction of their voices.
They're so close, close enough that if he wanted to spit on them he could. It takes every ounce of willpower not to thrust upwards into Yoimiya's soaking wet pussy, for fear of getting her to mewl and cry for him, but it's torturous not to. His entire body screams at him to fuck her, and all he can do is shift and squirm uncomfortably as they wait in a ghostly silence for them to move on.]
Of course, [the man's voice responds. His significant other seems enthralled by their date, giggling again as they get closer to the bushes.] I love the sakura trees here, can we sit under this one for while?
[Oh my god, Childe thinks, as the couple sits under the same tree as them, about ten feet away or so on the other side of the tree. He can hear them having lovey-dovey whispers of nothings to each other, his heart pounding in his chest, and his cock throbbing uncontrollably halfway inside of Yoimiya. He casts his eyes upward, not knowing what to do, unwilling to move and yet scared to continue.
But what his lust-induced girlfriend will decide here will be their fate, and he feels like he's going to have to accept whatever decision she makes...]
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Tartaglia silently stares upward at her as she positions herself, anxious for her to let him slide inside and finally satisfy the burning desire that throbs in her hands. And when she finally does, the sensation of her walls welcoming him as she slides all the way down sends a shock to his system, moaning delightfully with her as every nerve is enveloped by her warmth. His fingertips grip into her breasts, his mouth hangs agape as his breath hitches, staring up in a hazy lust that begs for her to continue and bring them both the pleasure they're seeking.]
Fuck me, Yoimiya. Please...
[Now that she's positioned herself, he can lean forward to suck idly on her breasts, his tongue circling her nipple as he tries to coax her more into giving into their whims. The stroke of her pussy elicits another greedy, hungry moan from him, ready for her to begin to pump her hips as he loses himself in her body. But he doesn't get terribly far, the voices of the couple invading his thoughts as he freezes completely and his eyes widen in shock as he looks in the direction of their voices.
They're so close, close enough that if he wanted to spit on them he could. It takes every ounce of willpower not to thrust upwards into Yoimiya's soaking wet pussy, for fear of getting her to mewl and cry for him, but it's torturous not to. His entire body screams at him to fuck her, and all he can do is shift and squirm uncomfortably as they wait in a ghostly silence for them to move on.]
Of course, [the man's voice responds. His significant other seems enthralled by their date, giggling again as they get closer to the bushes.] I love the sakura trees here, can we sit under this one for while?
[Oh my god, Childe thinks, as the couple sits under the same tree as them, about ten feet away or so on the other side of the tree. He can hear them having lovey-dovey whispers of nothings to each other, his heart pounding in his chest, and his cock throbbing uncontrollably halfway inside of Yoimiya. He casts his eyes upward, not knowing what to do, unwilling to move and yet scared to continue.
But what his lust-induced girlfriend will decide here will be their fate, and he feels like he's going to have to accept whatever decision she makes...]