[It's not long before Yoimiya begins chanting his name, the intoxicating cries and mewls from her moving him to continue to pleasure her. Hearing her proclaim to the heavens themselves how good he makes her feel makes pride swell in his chest, eager to keep her wailing for him and satisfied to know that he's making his lovely girlfriend feel incredible. He loves being called a good boy, he knows he's a good boy for her, humming against her clit happily as he buries himself further into her dripping wet pussy. Every shudder of her body tightens the coil inside of him even further, gazing up with hungry eyes as she releases his head and plays with herself to the bliss that's coursing through her, meeting her body with more lavishes of his tongue against her to give her the mind melting experience she craves.
Tartaglia tenderly licks her clean, giddy that he was able to get her to cum so violently for him, pleased to of served her so well and fulfilled her desires. He's been a good little slave for her, savoring her taste and gazing upwards with his own hazy vision to meet her own. From this angle, he gets to appreciate how sexy her hands cupping her breasts are, the expression on her face hot beyond words, his length throbbing even harder now that he gets to see her in such a state. How he got so lucky to get a girl like her, he'll never know, and certainly won't think too hard about right now as her fingers curl around him and begin to pump up and down.
It's like small amounts of tension slowly releasing from his body with every stroke, his eyes uncontrollable as they stare widely back at her before they flutter shut with bliss and open again, tiny moans and whines accompanying it all. He squirms and shakes under her touch, his hands still bound but finding that it doesn't matter to him anymore that he can't move, she's kept him here in the way she said she would- by making him feel so good that he wouldn't want to leave. Tartaglia is subject to all of Yoimiya's whims and desires, and he has no intention of wanting to change that. It's hard to respond to her, trying to form words through deep heavy breaths that signify how good he feels just from her hand alone.]
I...I don't know...
[He manages to get out, his entire countenance a mess of desire and servitude to her.]
The only thing I desire now is for your utmost pleasure, after all, I am yours and yours alone. May my reward also be yours, Yoimiya-sama...
[One particular stroke of her hand sends shocks through him, crying out in bliss at how she works his cock as if she knows how to drive him down every avenue of lust and desire, completely at her mercy. He looks up at her with that same look, lost under her touch and willing to do as she commands, all the while throbbing even harder for her and her pussy.]
Let me make you feel good again, please. Please let me, master.
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Tartaglia tenderly licks her clean, giddy that he was able to get her to cum so violently for him, pleased to of served her so well and fulfilled her desires. He's been a good little slave for her, savoring her taste and gazing upwards with his own hazy vision to meet her own. From this angle, he gets to appreciate how sexy her hands cupping her breasts are, the expression on her face hot beyond words, his length throbbing even harder now that he gets to see her in such a state. How he got so lucky to get a girl like her, he'll never know, and certainly won't think too hard about right now as her fingers curl around him and begin to pump up and down.
It's like small amounts of tension slowly releasing from his body with every stroke, his eyes uncontrollable as they stare widely back at her before they flutter shut with bliss and open again, tiny moans and whines accompanying it all. He squirms and shakes under her touch, his hands still bound but finding that it doesn't matter to him anymore that he can't move, she's kept him here in the way she said she would- by making him feel so good that he wouldn't want to leave. Tartaglia is subject to all of Yoimiya's whims and desires, and he has no intention of wanting to change that. It's hard to respond to her, trying to form words through deep heavy breaths that signify how good he feels just from her hand alone.]
I...I don't know...
[He manages to get out, his entire countenance a mess of desire and servitude to her.]
The only thing I desire now is for your utmost pleasure, after all, I am yours and yours alone. May my reward also be yours, Yoimiya-sama...
[One particular stroke of her hand sends shocks through him, crying out in bliss at how she works his cock as if she knows how to drive him down every avenue of lust and desire, completely at her mercy. He looks up at her with that same look, lost under her touch and willing to do as she commands, all the while throbbing even harder for her and her pussy.]
Let me make you feel good again, please. Please let me, master.