[ Although his voice is muffled, the sounds Tartaglia makes are delicious, he's responding so wonderfully to everything she has given him. She lets out a tiny whine as he releases himself from her breasts but the uncontrollable desperation in his eyes is worth it. What a lewd, magnificent sight, the moonlight shining onto his face is beautiful, Tartaglia is beyond sexy like this. While she's no Harbinger, Yoimiya's stamina truly is in a league of its own. Even after the rough sex in the freezer, her movements don't show any signs of slowing, hips rising up before coming down onto his cock hard. The entire time, her eyes are locked onto his as she watches in amazement, spellbound by the dangerous Harbinger yielding to her, shuddering beneath her, being completely submissive to a simple country girl.
I was made just for you. Listening to those words spill out from his mouth fills her core with bliss, she's so utterly pleased to hear such a lovely declaration. She's more than happy to use his body to make a marvelous mess out of him. ]
You feel so amazing, Tartaglia. You fit so perfectly inside of me, it's so hot and thick. Only your perfect cock can satisfy me.
[ Soft but sensual, her voice is low as she whispers hotly into his ear. Not caring that she's muttering filthy words right behind the other couple.
Tartaglia's words are so satisfying to listen to, pleasure wracks through her body seeing him so submissive and completely under her control. That last little 'god' slipping out from his lips is a little loud and shortly after that, Yoimiya could hear the couple's voices saying something to each other. Even with the looming threat, she continues to ride him all the way up and down his cock. It's terrible how such a tense situation is so arousing, her tight pussy squeezing, pulsating around him, if she could get wetter she would. There's a small twisted part of her that doesn't mind having an audience to witness their carnal love-making, to flaunt to the world that Tartaglia was made just for her. ]
Oh my god! [ Yoimiya could hear each beat of her heart pounding with excitement. Is this it for them...? ] We should go check out the rose garden before it gets too late. They say that the roses are especially beautiful in the moonglow.
[ Now with the nuisance out of the way, Yoimiya glances down at her beloved with a domineering smirk. Not wasting any time, the strokes of her hips become more aggressive, bouncing in his lap erratically to push him down harder, deeper, making sure he hits every sweet spot. Archons... she loves the way he twitches inside of her, the curve of his cock is so good. Her pussy throbs around him, squeezing down to add a tight, wet pressure in tandem with every thrust. An unrestrained moan that she's been holding back pours out of her lips, it feels so incredible to finally voice how good she feels. It's even more satisfying knowing they completely got away with their sinful actions.
Shifting her attention to his neck, she cranes her head down to pepper a few kisses to his throat. She presses her mouth open against his neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin with the all intent purposes of leaving very noticeable red marks. ]
Mm... I want to leave my mark and stake my claim on you. Is it okay for me to be greedy?
[ Yoimiya isn't exactly the jealous type but the incident with the Siren has unleashed a clingy side to her. A side that's not keen on the idea of sharing and wants to show off to the world he's taken. ]
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I was made just for you. Listening to those words spill out from his mouth fills her core with bliss, she's so utterly pleased to hear such a lovely declaration. She's more than happy to use his body to make a marvelous mess out of him. ]
You feel so amazing, Tartaglia. You fit so perfectly inside of me, it's so hot and thick. Only your perfect cock can satisfy me.
[ Soft but sensual, her voice is low as she whispers hotly into his ear. Not caring that she's muttering filthy words right behind the other couple.
Tartaglia's words are so satisfying to listen to, pleasure wracks through her body seeing him so submissive and completely under her control. That last little 'god' slipping out from his lips is a little loud and shortly after that, Yoimiya could hear the couple's voices saying something to each other. Even with the looming threat, she continues to ride him all the way up and down his cock. It's terrible how such a tense situation is so arousing, her tight pussy squeezing, pulsating around him, if she could get wetter she would. There's a small twisted part of her that doesn't mind having an audience to witness their carnal love-making, to flaunt to the world that Tartaglia was made just for her. ]
Oh my god! [ Yoimiya could hear each beat of her heart pounding with excitement. Is this it for them...? ] We should go check out the rose garden before it gets too late. They say that the roses are especially beautiful in the moonglow.
[ Now with the nuisance out of the way, Yoimiya glances down at her beloved with a domineering smirk. Not wasting any time, the strokes of her hips become more aggressive, bouncing in his lap erratically to push him down harder, deeper, making sure he hits every sweet spot. Archons... she loves the way he twitches inside of her, the curve of his cock is so good. Her pussy throbs around him, squeezing down to add a tight, wet pressure in tandem with every thrust. An unrestrained moan that she's been holding back pours out of her lips, it feels so incredible to finally voice how good she feels. It's even more satisfying knowing they completely got away with their sinful actions.
Shifting her attention to his neck, she cranes her head down to pepper a few kisses to his throat. She presses her mouth open against his neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin with the all intent purposes of leaving very noticeable red marks. ]
Mm... I want to leave my mark and stake my claim on you. Is it okay for me to be greedy?
[ Yoimiya isn't exactly the jealous type but the incident with the Siren has unleashed a clingy side to her. A side that's not keen on the idea of sharing and wants to show off to the world he's taken. ]