[He can no longer hear the couple behind him, the fog that envelops his mind is too thick and full of thoughts of Yoimiya and her body rocking against his own. Pleasure surges through him as she continues to come down hard on his throbbing length, his breathing becoming more and more labored as he nears his own climax, wearing a hopelessly lost and pathetic expression as his girlfriend keeps him in a perpetual state of bliss of chanting her name. It's quiet at first, whispers that escape him only because he can't lock his lips with hers, but grows louder and louder as the pressure builds in his groin. Tartaglia fights to keep his volume down, and yet he's unable to control his voice any longer- and it's only made worse by when the couple leaves.
He can tell by the look in her eyes that they must have left, and by how she starts to ride him even more aggressively, letting him sink into every corner of her deliciously wet, warm pussy. Watching her body move is so deliciously sexy, her boobs bouncing up and down in his face enticing and keeping him addicted. The swap in speed makes him see stars, and the mewl from her lips further drives his lust farther down a path that he knows will lead him to more dangerous, more kinky sessions with her.
But he finds it all welcoming, letting his own moan bubble up loudly now that he knows it's somewhat safe to.
Tartaglia tilts his head so she has more access to his neck, groaning with glee at how wonderful her attention to it is, sending more shockwaves through his system. He feels as if he's at his limit, teetering on the edge of finally reaching the sweet release he's been seeking, his mind an utter mess. Yoimiya has completely ground any rationality or sense out of him, reduced to nothing other than his own primal instincts. The man can barely get a response back out to her, nodding dumbly as more moans and cries of her name spill out of him, breath ragged as he does everything in his power not to cum right here and now.]
Please...be as greedy as you please. I'm yours and no one else's...I...I...
[It's as if he forgets how to work his own voice, her body keeping him mesmerized, along with the candy making his intense, carnal craving for her going.]
Yoimiya, I...I'm...I'm going to...
[His body is shuddering more and more, his hips bucking upward with even more speed. There's nothing behind his glassy eyes but pure lust, staring upwards as everything seems to unravel in his mind. The groan he elicits when he finally releases himself is anything but soft, a keen that rings out across the park and gets a few heads to turn in their direction. Luckily they're still covered by the bushes, and it seems like Tartaglia hardly cares in the moment.]
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He can tell by the look in her eyes that they must have left, and by how she starts to ride him even more aggressively, letting him sink into every corner of her deliciously wet, warm pussy. Watching her body move is so deliciously sexy, her boobs bouncing up and down in his face enticing and keeping him addicted. The swap in speed makes him see stars, and the mewl from her lips further drives his lust farther down a path that he knows will lead him to more dangerous, more kinky sessions with her.
But he finds it all welcoming, letting his own moan bubble up loudly now that he knows it's somewhat safe to.
Tartaglia tilts his head so she has more access to his neck, groaning with glee at how wonderful her attention to it is, sending more shockwaves through his system. He feels as if he's at his limit, teetering on the edge of finally reaching the sweet release he's been seeking, his mind an utter mess. Yoimiya has completely ground any rationality or sense out of him, reduced to nothing other than his own primal instincts. The man can barely get a response back out to her, nodding dumbly as more moans and cries of her name spill out of him, breath ragged as he does everything in his power not to cum right here and now.]
Please...be as greedy as you please. I'm yours and no one else's...I...I...
[It's as if he forgets how to work his own voice, her body keeping him mesmerized, along with the candy making his intense, carnal craving for her going.]
Yoimiya, I...I'm...I'm going to...
[His body is shuddering more and more, his hips bucking upward with even more speed. There's nothing behind his glassy eyes but pure lust, staring upwards as everything seems to unravel in his mind. The groan he elicits when he finally releases himself is anything but soft, a keen that rings out across the park and gets a few heads to turn in their direction. Luckily they're still covered by the bushes, and it seems like Tartaglia hardly cares in the moment.]