[He swears, swears, that he feels her tighten around him as the couple continue on talking.
Before he knows it, her hand is pushing him right into her breasts, understanding what's coming next, and how she's telling him to deal with his eventual involuntary moans and cries. The soft skin of her boobs sends a shudder through him as he starts to suck on them again, filling his mouth completely with one to muffle the needy moan that slips out simply from being positioned there. Tartaglia flutters his eyelashes as he looks upward, greeted with the sight of exactly what he expected- a sinful, nefarious smile on her lips that signifies to him what the next several minutes were going to be.
An anxiety-ridden, all-consuming session of lust, debauchery, and pleasure.
His eyes close as Yoimiya plunges downwards, shaking from the wave of bliss that rocks his body, sucking air in sharply through his nose as each thrust of himself inside of her begs and presses to get him to cry out for her. But he can't, those people are so close to them, and he's scared that they may have even heard him breathe. It feels as if everything else is drowned out but the sounds of their love-making, now louder than ever in his ears as he wonders if they'll get suspicious from one sound from behind the tree.
Yoimiya's slow, methodical rock of her hips is enough to make his mind completely melt, his hands gripping into her ass uncontrollably as he fights between a state of alertness to the area around them and being so mesmerized by the constant stimulation of pleasure that makes his back go numb and his legs turn to jello that he forgets his own name. The candy doesn't help him either, pushing him farther towards the greed that's gotten him into this situation to begin with.
How lovely Yoimiya's body is, perfect curves and breasts that drive him wild matched together with a bright, daring, and trouble-making personality that he thought only existed in his dreams. Tiny whimpers come out of him, thankfully muffled by her breast that he swirls his tongue around, his hips bucking upwards to meet her slow rocking, wanting to vocalize how much he's loving every second of this despite the danger that sits only feet away. It's torture that he can't, even more so when he opens his eyes again to see her flushed face, filled with satisfaction to see how much she too, is loving being completely filled to the brim with him. It turns him on even more, and an idle thought goes through his mind-
Is he developing a kink for this too...?
The next wave of bliss seems to ensure that for him, thrusting up a bit harder, needing her to increase her speed a bit- he feels alive and he needs every inch of her against him.]
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Before he knows it, her hand is pushing him right into her breasts, understanding what's coming next, and how she's telling him to deal with his eventual involuntary moans and cries. The soft skin of her boobs sends a shudder through him as he starts to suck on them again, filling his mouth completely with one to muffle the needy moan that slips out simply from being positioned there. Tartaglia flutters his eyelashes as he looks upward, greeted with the sight of exactly what he expected- a sinful, nefarious smile on her lips that signifies to him what the next several minutes were going to be.
An anxiety-ridden, all-consuming session of lust, debauchery, and pleasure.
His eyes close as Yoimiya plunges downwards, shaking from the wave of bliss that rocks his body, sucking air in sharply through his nose as each thrust of himself inside of her begs and presses to get him to cry out for her. But he can't, those people are so close to them, and he's scared that they may have even heard him breathe. It feels as if everything else is drowned out but the sounds of their love-making, now louder than ever in his ears as he wonders if they'll get suspicious from one sound from behind the tree.
Yoimiya's slow, methodical rock of her hips is enough to make his mind completely melt, his hands gripping into her ass uncontrollably as he fights between a state of alertness to the area around them and being so mesmerized by the constant stimulation of pleasure that makes his back go numb and his legs turn to jello that he forgets his own name. The candy doesn't help him either, pushing him farther towards the greed that's gotten him into this situation to begin with.
How lovely Yoimiya's body is, perfect curves and breasts that drive him wild matched together with a bright, daring, and trouble-making personality that he thought only existed in his dreams. Tiny whimpers come out of him, thankfully muffled by her breast that he swirls his tongue around, his hips bucking upwards to meet her slow rocking, wanting to vocalize how much he's loving every second of this despite the danger that sits only feet away. It's torture that he can't, even more so when he opens his eyes again to see her flushed face, filled with satisfaction to see how much she too, is loving being completely filled to the brim with him. It turns him on even more, and an idle thought goes through his mind-
Is he developing a kink for this too...?
The next wave of bliss seems to ensure that for him, thrusting up a bit harder, needing her to increase her speed a bit- he feels alive and he needs every inch of her against him.]