[He recognizes the look on her face; that's the face of a woman who's about to make him earn his keep here, and it's only more exciting, even as her face darkens with whatever plan she's got tucked in the back of her head. And true to his suspicions, Yoimiya plants her hands on his chest and moves forward to take his head between her legs, pulling him up by his hair to press his face into her groin, obediently taking her into his mouth, his tongue working to separate the folds from her clit before he begins to slowly circle it around the sensitive nub. Her scent makes him dizzy with lust, her taste delicious on his tongue, and he's still getting an eyeful of the rest of her due to the angle.
Archons, she's so sexy for playing with herself in front of him like that, making muffled noises of desire bubble up out of him as he watches her. Yoimiya's breasts are perfect and it depresses and shifts under her hand, his mind imagining how she sits and plays with herself while moaning his name as she pleasures her own body alone on her bed, his cock throbbing harder while his imagination runs wild. His hands pull again at the handcuffs and rope, involuntarily twitching and shuddering under her in his craving to reach up and massage her tits for her, needing the feel of her supple skin beneath his fingertips more than he needs air to breathe. Tartaglia's lust is in full swing, being kept from chasing his own release making the fire in his groin even more unbearable.
But no matter how much he's unable to seek his own pleasure, Yoimiya's is the most important thing right now, dutifully sucking on her clit, seeking more moans and cries from her as he pleasures her. The melody of her voice commanding him to do as she says is mind-melting, happily flicking her with the tip of his tongue before he buries himself into her pussy once more, delighted to service her as she wants. Yoimiya's pussy is gorgeous, perfectly shaped just for him, addictive and currently the only thing he cares about, doing his best give her the most ecstasy-inducing experience he possibly can. For what she did for him, she deserves at least that and so much more, moaning louder and louder as desire for her fills his mind.
Anything he wants.
It's a dangerous phrase to use with him, but now that he's fully under her spell, his mind is starting to shift from fighting on to completely drowning under her whims. So it's now that he puts even more effort into getting her to cum for him, lavishing his tongue against her with more muffled cries for her as he sinks in further, the hand in his hair helping to keep him there as he pleasures her without being able to answer, making sure she knows how much he's loving doing this for her.]
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Archons, she's so sexy for playing with herself in front of him like that, making muffled noises of desire bubble up out of him as he watches her. Yoimiya's breasts are perfect and it depresses and shifts under her hand, his mind imagining how she sits and plays with herself while moaning his name as she pleasures her own body alone on her bed, his cock throbbing harder while his imagination runs wild. His hands pull again at the handcuffs and rope, involuntarily twitching and shuddering under her in his craving to reach up and massage her tits for her, needing the feel of her supple skin beneath his fingertips more than he needs air to breathe. Tartaglia's lust is in full swing, being kept from chasing his own release making the fire in his groin even more unbearable.
But no matter how much he's unable to seek his own pleasure, Yoimiya's is the most important thing right now, dutifully sucking on her clit, seeking more moans and cries from her as he pleasures her. The melody of her voice commanding him to do as she says is mind-melting, happily flicking her with the tip of his tongue before he buries himself into her pussy once more, delighted to service her as she wants. Yoimiya's pussy is gorgeous, perfectly shaped just for him, addictive and currently the only thing he cares about, doing his best give her the most ecstasy-inducing experience he possibly can. For what she did for him, she deserves at least that and so much more, moaning louder and louder as desire for her fills his mind.
Anything he wants.
It's a dangerous phrase to use with him, but now that he's fully under her spell, his mind is starting to shift from fighting on to completely drowning under her whims. So it's now that he puts even more effort into getting her to cum for him, lavishing his tongue against her with more muffled cries for her as he sinks in further, the hand in his hair helping to keep him there as he pleasures her without being able to answer, making sure she knows how much he's loving doing this for her.]