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You...I'd hardly pegged you as the kind of person to do such a thing...oh!!!
[Her hand acts as if it were controlling him, his length the steering wheel as she drives him further downward into a pool of lust and desire. His hands reach for any part of her body he can get a hold of, one finding her side while the other finding her breast, kneading into it as he continues to squirm underneath her ministrations. Tartaglia watches her hands unbuckle him as if it were in slow-mo, pupils dilating as she begins to stroke him up and down, earning a little-too-loud moan from him. Her hands feel like fire against his sensitive skin, shuddering with delight but feeling like he needs something more, something deeper to satisfy him.]
Yes, please.
[He begs, desperation on his face as a growing hunger builds in the pit of his stomach. Tartaglia throbs for her pussy, to enter it again and feel it wrap around him so tightly. It's all he can think about as she teases him, and bits of precum pool at his tip. The man has forgotten about where he is and if anyone can see them, at least temporarily.]
Please, Yoimiya. I want to sink so deeply inside of you, I want you to ride me right here until you've milked every last drop out of me. How could I not be excited for you, your body is perfect in all ways, your breasts fit perfectly into my palms as if you were made just for me. I'm completely at your mercy here...I'll do anything you wish, just name it.
[Little whimpers come from him as she continues to stroke his cock, throbbing terribly into it as he mindlessly gropes her breast, completely missing the couple that walks dangerously close to them as they walk through the park.]
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She drags her palm across the base of his length, pumping her hand in a steady rhythm as she enjoys every moan from her boyfriend, licking her lips at the sight of precum leaking out from the tip. ]
Mmm... you did such a good job fucking me earlier, it's only fair that I give you what you want. Oh—! [ She stops, mewling in bliss as he kneads her breast, leaning into his touch so he can fondle her more. ] Ah... yes. I'll ride you so well, take in every inch of that incredible cock. I want you to shoot your load so deep, fill me up with every drop that you have.
[ Tartaglia is so terribly sexy as he voices his needs, matching her own desires. She wants nothing more than to ride him raw until he spills his entire load into her, yearning to be filled full of his warm seed. She pulls up the skirt of her dress as she hovers over him, having never put her thong back on after their first round. Her well-fucked pussy from earlier is still slick, primed, and ready to take him on once more.
As fun as it is to tease him, she's lost all of her patience, the pit in her stomach growing more hungry for him. Without any further delay, she lifts her hips, lining his dick up with her soaking hole that's been aching to take Tartaglia once again. Lowering herself onto him, Yoimiya moans out as she feels the head of his hot, throbbing cock penetrate her. She's just as desperate, eager, and greedy to feel that familiar girth of his cock fill her to the brim. She's so wrapped up in pleasure that she also forgets where they are, slipping out another moan as she plunges down, taking him all the way in. ]
Ooh... archons, it's so big. So perfect... I can never get enough of your cock.
[ She loops her arms around his neck, raising her hips as she delights in the tight, wet friction of his cock stretching her open, hitting that sweet spot that drives her crazy. Just as she's getting ready to dive down and buck her hips, the sounds of two voices causes Yoimiya to stop as she's halfway down on his cock. ]
Blossomcrown Park surely is pretty, isn't it? But it's not as beautiful as you. [ A feminine giggle follows after the first voice. ] Hehe, you're such a smooth talker! Yes, it's the perfect place for a date. Thank you for bringing me out here, dear.
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Tartaglia silently stares upward at her as she positions herself, anxious for her to let him slide inside and finally satisfy the burning desire that throbs in her hands. And when she finally does, the sensation of her walls welcoming him as she slides all the way down sends a shock to his system, moaning delightfully with her as every nerve is enveloped by her warmth. His fingertips grip into her breasts, his mouth hangs agape as his breath hitches, staring up in a hazy lust that begs for her to continue and bring them both the pleasure they're seeking.]
Fuck me, Yoimiya. Please...
[Now that she's positioned herself, he can lean forward to suck idly on her breasts, his tongue circling her nipple as he tries to coax her more into giving into their whims. The stroke of her pussy elicits another greedy, hungry moan from him, ready for her to begin to pump her hips as he loses himself in her body. But he doesn't get terribly far, the voices of the couple invading his thoughts as he freezes completely and his eyes widen in shock as he looks in the direction of their voices.
They're so close, close enough that if he wanted to spit on them he could. It takes every ounce of willpower not to thrust upwards into Yoimiya's soaking wet pussy, for fear of getting her to mewl and cry for him, but it's torturous not to. His entire body screams at him to fuck her, and all he can do is shift and squirm uncomfortably as they wait in a ghostly silence for them to move on.]
Of course, [the man's voice responds. His significant other seems enthralled by their date, giggling again as they get closer to the bushes.] I love the sakura trees here, can we sit under this one for while?
[Oh my god, Childe thinks, as the couple sits under the same tree as them, about ten feet away or so on the other side of the tree. He can hear them having lovey-dovey whispers of nothings to each other, his heart pounding in his chest, and his cock throbbing uncontrollably halfway inside of Yoimiya. He casts his eyes upward, not knowing what to do, unwilling to move and yet scared to continue.
But what his lust-induced girlfriend will decide here will be their fate, and he feels like he's going to have to accept whatever decision she makes...]
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Every neuron in her body feels like it's on fire, a wave of euphoric bliss splashing over her, drowning her in the depths of pleasure. Just as she's getting ready to let out a sultry moan, she somehow manages to stop herself upon listening to unsuspecting pair join them. The couple sitting down under the same sakura tree has thrown a wrench into her plans. Just when she thought it couldn't get any more riskier than the employee almost walking in on them at the restaurant, this takes the cake. They're so close, Yoimiya should feel bothered by the tense situation but any rational thought is taken over by her lust crazy haze. Instead of feeling uncomfortable, her soaking wet pussy tightens up, squeezing down on him, they're so close to getting caught but she's thrilled by that prospect. ]
Oh, stop it, you! Teehee, you shouldn't be saying such things in public.
[ The woman's light, airy voice is heard, giggling at some sweet nothings being whispered into her ear. Yoimiya has no idea what's being said but the adorable, lovey-dovey couple has got nothing on the depraved, horny couple that's right behind the same tree.
A hand comes up behind the back of his head, fingers slipping into her boyfriend's orange tousled curls. She pushes his face in between her soft, supple tits, encouraging him to continue sucking on them in order to drown out the sounds of his moaning. It's going to be especially tough for her to not make any sort of noises, the sensation of his tantalizing tongue swirling around her nipples combined with his cock shoved all the way in makes her want to release the most guttural, primal moan from the back of her throat but...
Yoimiya loves a good challenge.
As he casts his gaze upwards, Tartaglia will be able to catch a devilish smirk quirking on her lips. A look that clearly expresses she could care less if there are people nearby, they're in far too deep to stop. Yoimiya can feel him, pulsating, throbbing inside of her, by gosh!! she's not leaving this place until he spills his load into her.
Without any hesitation, a decision is quickly made in the form of Yoimiya plunging herself all the way down onto his cock. For once in her life, she's quiet, biting down on her bottom lip, fighting back mewls and moans out of sheer willpower. The first buck of her hips is methodical, moving up and down along the base of his length, sinking down on him in full with deep, slow thrusts. It's a little slower than what she's used to but it's better this way as to not attract the attention of the couple with the sounds of their wet skin slamming into one another. This method is also perfect for savoring every inch of his cock, so she definitely doesn't mind. Yoimiya throws her head back as she pushes down to take him in fully.
Even if she isn't let out any sounds, the lewd, flushed expression on her face says it all: she is hopelessly addicted to his cock and she loves fucking 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.]
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The entire time she's riding him raw, Yoimiya thought she had a pretty strong hold herself. Every so often, a moan gets caught in the back of her throat but she manages to swallow it down, slipping out a few soft sighs as she delights in the tight, wet friction of his rock-hard cock sliding in and out. However, it doesn't take much for her mental fortitude to start showing a few cracks. The way he matches her rhythm, bucking into her causes her honey-colored eyes to grow wide, the knowledge that she's pleasing her lover is a pleasure all on its own. A soft, involuntary mewl spills out of her mouth as he's shoved all the way in, hitting the back of her wall with that particular buck of hips.
Oh no. Did the other couple happen to hear that slip of tongue?
Whew... Thankfully, the couple still doesn't seem to notice. Probably too busy off in their own world flirting with each other. Yoimiya can understand that sentiment all too well. Internally, she lets out a long sigh of relief. While she wouldn't have particularly cared if the other pair saw them (she already has a backup plan in mind!) everything about this, about him feels too good right now, she doesn't want to stop.
Shifting her gaze back onto her boyfriend, a mischievous smirk curves across her features. With every stroke of her throbbing pussy clenching down on him, she can feel each twitch of his cock aching for more, the slow sway of her hips isn't enough to satisfy his desires. She barely manages to bite down another moan as he thrusts into her with a bit more force, an indicator that he wants more. Spoiling her lover has become a hobby, even with the risk she's more than happy to give Tartaglia exactly what he wants.
While one hand plays with his hair, the other grips onto his shoulder. Putting more power into it, Yoimiya picks up the pace and starts rocking her hips in earnest. With each thrust, she makes sure to take him in as deep as she possibly can. Seeing as the unsuspecting couple seems to be busy flirting, Yoimiya takes the opportunity to lean in close as she's bouncing on his cock, whispering into his ear. ]
Are you enjoying this, Tartaglia? I love being your dirty little girl. It's like you were made to be inside of me.
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It makes him want to try more daring things in this particular situation to see how far he can push the letter.
To him, it seems that Yoimiya might be along for the ride, beating him to the punch on it already. Her hips rock faster up and down on his cock, and he responds in turn by moaning a little louder right into her breast, delighted beyond words as the haze of pleasure thickens in his mind and ignores his common sense. The hand in his hair is like a cherry on top, enjoying how her fingers thread into the strands, his eyes looking up at her in desperation as she whispers those sinful words into his ear.
It makes him release his mouth from her breast, the hunger in his eyes voracious and wanting, yet at the same time completely submissive. Tartaglia's hands frantically grip into her hips as she continues to ride him, a tiny whine bubbling up from his throat and coming out with a volume that makes him worry. And yet, with how deeply entrenched he is in the moment, he finds that if they do get caught, then that's alright- it may even prove more exciting than what's already happening.
His words are soft, his tone lower as he whispers back to her, eyes unfocused and mesmerized by the way her hips stroke him so.]
I love it, [he says, his jaw slightly agape between sentences.] I was made just for you, for you to use to pleasure yourself as you see fit. Use me, use my body...
[He nuzzles his head into her chest, as another soft moan is let out of him.]
I feel so hot, so good right now...Yoimiya. Oh my god, Yoimiya, oh my god...
[That last iteration of 'god' is not quiet, but it seems that Tartaglia has finally lost his battle, the build of pleasure that rocks his body too much for him to take anymore. He's there, on the edge, and when he finally releases it's going to be anything but quiet.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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It's greedy and selfish of her but hearing those wonderful words flutter her heart with joy. She wants to be the one to see this lewd, submissive side of Tartaglia, for it to be a pleasure for her eyes only. Latching onto her boyfriend's exposed neck, she parts her lips to suck a bit harder, her teeth lightly grazing his sensitive skin, the signs of a hickey beginning to bloom.
Feeling pleased with her handiwork, Yoimiya pulls away from his neck to fully focus her attention on his cock, rocking her hips up and down, encouraging him to chase the climax he so desperately seeks. He's twitching and throbbing so much, she can feel he's getting close. He's been nothing but good to her this whole evening, she wants to return all of his affections in full and then some, to fulfill every filthy little desire of his. The strokes of her hips become more desperate, yearning to milk him dry. Thoughts of Tartaglia have completely clouded her mind, despite her clingy side rearing its ugly head, Yoimiya desires to be filled with his seed, to have her body be claimed by the Harbinger in turn.
With one final plunge of her hips, she takes him all the way in, his throbbing cock buried deep inside her pussy as the flow of his release spurts into her. Yoimiya moans in bliss, delighting in the strings of his cum coating her insides white and filling her to the brim. Her whole body feels warm, heat filling her core as his climax pools inside of her. It's impressive how he was able to cum so violently within her twice. There's so much but she loves every drop of it. Her whole body shudders, the way his cock pulsates as he fills her up pushes her over the edge. A sharp mewl pours out from her lip, squeezing down and coming around his length. Their sensual noises most certainly caught a few people's attention, scratching their heads in confusion but thankfully, the foliage manages to hide their sinful actions.
Breathless gasps pour out of her mouth as her chest heaves up and down. In the immediate aftermath of their lovemaking, a wave of exhaustion hits her sensitive body, causing the blonde to crumple into a heap on top of him, her head falling onto his chest. Golden pleasure-glazed irises flutter in tandem with her heavy breathing, even amid euphoric clarity, there's a bright, shimmer of love in her eyes. ]
Tartaglia, I love you...
[ Those tender words of affection slip out as she captures his lips for a soft kiss brimming with all of her love and adoration for him. It's much less animalistic than the sloppy lip locks they shared as they furiously fucked. The kiss is much more delicate, a simple gesture of affection from a girl in love. A small sign that the aphrodisiac candy is slowly starting to wear off. ]
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The way she takes him fully into her, clenching down on him as she reaches her own high, makes the sensation of cumming into her all the more satisfying. Her walls hug him so tightly that it feels as if she's trying to squeeze every last drop out of him, filling her completely with his love, hooked on the incredible sound of her mewls and moans as Yoimiya's body burns as intensely as his own. Tartaglia finds there's nothing better than to know that Yoimiya is wracked and drowning in pleasure, happily joining her as his breaths come out ragged and his body becomes limp after the initial sensation of bliss begins to wear off. His arms wrap around her as she collapses into him, laughing quietly as she does so. She's worked very hard to please him, and he lets a hand run through her golden locks with affection.
He returns the kiss in full, his eyes half-lidded to adore her before they finally close completely, taking her farther into the kiss as he reciprocates with as much love and care as she's showing to him. Tartaglia's lips caress her own, his kiss gentle and sweet in the small amount of mental clarity he's been afforded for the moment. He can feel her emotions with every pass of their lips and tongue, getting lost in them as he just appreciates her and everything she is. Loving, caring and considerate- all things he has come to admire about her, in addition to everything else that makes her shine.]
I love you too, Yoimiya.
[His eyes brighten in the moonlight when he looks down at her when they finally break, feeling full and warm with affection as they both sit there. It's not until he feels his own cock that's still inside her throb again that his eyes widen, feeling the rush of lust and need that had swallowed him whole for the duration of their sex come back to him. She might be coming off of the candy, but he just ate that piece- and it's not done with him yet.
He can feel himself at a half-chub inside of her still, squirming once with discomfort as his body asks him to continue and feed it all the pleasure it has just experienced. Tartaglia's eyes reflect a hunger in them, but at least at the same time he's managing to keep a hold of his sanity for the moment, laughing nervously now that he knows he's not out of the woods yet.]
Yoimiya...
[How does he put this.]
Listen, that candy really did a number on me...all I can think about is how beautiful you are, how sexy your body is, and how much I'd like to pleasure it some more...
[He can feel his mind going back down that rabbit hole, much the same as when Yoimiya faced him with her pussy so he could see what he'd done to her.]
...how enticing your lips are, your gorgeous eyes captivating me...your irresistible breasts...
[He could start drooling at any moment the way he's describing her, expression becoming more and more dumb-looking with that same hazy, unfocused look in his eyes.]
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Her eyes grow wide as she swears that he's throbbing inside of her once again. It's tempting to keep him in this position and ride him once again but the rational part of her brain that's finally coming back doesn't want to overstimulate him. With a moan, she lifts up her hips, glancing down as he slides out of her. Ah, her suspicions have been confirmed... he's already half erect. Yoimiya swallows hard at the delicious sight. Judging from the lust-induced haze clouding his mind, all it would take is a simple stroke of her hand to enable his cock into becoming rock hard once more. That is some powerful aphrodisiac candy. Even if she's starting to slowly come back to her senses, the effects of the candy still linger on within her. She did eat three of them, after all.
Oh, dear. Just when she thought she was finally controlling her urges, Tartaglia successfully ignites a spark of lust within her. She's beginning to crave his body once more.
A lascivious haze clouds his features, she licks her lips at the sight of his desperate expression. Something inside of her snaps and she once again, finds herself drowning in a vortex of desire. Archons... is this how he felt when she brazenly showed off her conquered pussy? She's trying her best to curb her lust but her heart is pounding just from staring at him. ]
Mm... I feel the same way, Tartaglia. Every inch of your body is irresistible. But... do you want to go back to my place to clean up? I'll let you have your way with me in my bed. You can fuck me all night long if that's what your heart desires.
[ The tiniest bit of sense comes back to her. As much as she'd like to continue fucking this same spot, they're both terribly sweaty and messy after two whole rounds of sex. On top of that, they also moaned quite loudly so it might be for the best to get out of here before he gets caught with his pants down and her skirt hiked up. ]
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Thankfully, she's got a few more brain cells working than he does, her words a entrancing melody to his ears. Fucking her all night long is exactly what he'd like to do, and he's even got more candy to do it with if she wants. He can tell whatever he's said has gotten her to give into her own desires again, pleased to watch her lick her lips and gaze upon him as if he was her toy to use as she pleases, and he's more than willing to let her.]
Do you think I'll make it back in time?
[It's an honest question- he's sitting there with her sex all over his groin, with no desire to get up and do anything about that. But if he goes back to her place, he doesn't have to worry about getting caught or being able to clean up, it'll all be conveniently there for them to have sex as they please.]
I feel...really hot. I'll try my hardest, but we'll have to hurry. Think you can get me back to your place in time before I lose my mind?
[He has a terrible, terrible idea. Tartaglia is well aware that Yoimiya likes a challenge, and he's also aware she's still under the influence of the candy he'd brought. It's starting to wear off, he can tell- but what if he now gives her the challenge of getting him back to her apartment?
Childe reaches into his pocket, grabs the box of candy and opens it to pop in two more pieces into his mouth, chewing and swallowing them quickly. The box is swiftly returned to his pocket, smiling deviously back at her.]
That's about to hit me in about...ten, fifteen seconds? Hahaha...
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In a brief moment of clarity, she manages to hold herself back. But it's not for any noble reason, if they get caught, they'll have to stop engaging in sex and that is absolutely not an option.
Just as she's mentally preparing herself for a game plan on how to get them out of here, THIS HORNY MOFO, willingly, of his own volition... pops two more candy into his mouth. Her jaw drops as she watches him chew and swallow the aphrodisiac candy. Her boyfriend truly is chaos incarnate. Some people just want to watch the world burn, but in this case, it's her pussy that he's burning the world for wasoghag. ]
Alright. I think fifteen seconds is all I need to get you back to my apartment. If I don't, then it's my loss and you can do whatever you want with me. Do you think you can control yourself in the meantime?
[ Even in her bewilderment, Tartaglia knows his girlfriend well. Yoimiya loves a challenge, taking him back to her place as the time slowly ticks away adds a rush of excitement unlike any other. Although she is determined to win, there is a twisted part of her that wants to lose, to see what exactly happens if they don't make it in time.
They don't have any time to waste and with a newfound resolve, Yoimiya swiftly gets up, pushing her breasts back into her dress top and flattening her skirt as fast as possible. Once her appearance is taken care of, she pulls Tartaglia up by his hand tucking him back into his pants before leading her beau to the nearest teleporter. It's a good thing they are out so late, they're both messy and covered in sweat and sex slick but thankfully, it's dark so their terrible appearances shouldn't be noticeable.
The seconds are ticking away in her head, rushing him to the teleporter back to the apartments took longer than she thought. Eight seconds have passed. Yoimiya's heart is racing as they run up the stairs, turning a corner to see her apartment just a few more steps down the line. There are only three more seconds left but her bright, golden eyes shimmer with anticipation as the door to her home becomes apparent. She gives her lust-crazed boyfriend a confident smile while pulling the keys out of her purse, sliding it into the keyhole. Victory is in her grasp!
... Or so she thought. As Yoimiya is fumbling to unlock the door to her apartment, she accidentally drops her keys thanks to the excitement and adrenaline rush getting the better of her. Uh... oh. She swallows hard, shifting her gaze at him before glancing down at the fallen keys. As if she's accepting her fate, a resigned sigh slips out her lips as she bends over, giving him the perfect view of her ass. Her thong is still wrapped around her thigh, her skirt is hitched up just enough for Tartaglia to see his cum leaking out of her silky, wet pussy that's aching to be filled to the brim once more. ]
i wrote this thinking, how can i make it worse
No promises.
[As if he'd do anything to make this easier on her. He's surprised at how swift she is in putting herself and himself back together, not bothering to worry about the mess they're both in, getting him back into his pants as he stands up and gets ushered off towards the teleporter. He's unsure how long it'll actually take for the candy to get fully absorbed into his system and his primal urges take over completely, but the little bit he's still feeling now from the first candy is something he'll let get in Yoimiya's way as they set off.
Very much like how Yoimiya was hanging on him and being horny, he's doing the same now, nuzzling his face into her hair as he clings to her and whispering into her ear as they pass by people in a hurry.]
Yoimiya~ [he says in a sing-song voice, clearly pleased with the situation he's created.] Did I forget to mention how hot you look tonight in that dress? I can't wait to get rid of it soon, haha. We can stop here instead, if you like...
[And that banter won't stop until they finally reach her front door. He hasn't felt the candy he's eaten hit him yet, but he's waiting anxiously for it the entire time as they run to her apartment. She just might make it, he thinks. He hadn't anticipated that she'd be able to reach here before he really did lose all his sensibilities, though he'd argue he'd already lost some of it due to the first candy she'd gotten him to eat. He hangs on her as she puts the keys in her door, smiling back at her lazily.
That smile doesn't go away as the keys clang to the ground, returning her gaze with a sly smile of his own. He hasn't been keeping count of the time, but he's pretty sure that it's probably up at this point, and now it's just a matter of when it slams into him with full force. It's just as she bends over to give him an eyeful of her perfectly shaped, round ass that he feels his whole body light on fire and his mind go sideways. For as high as her skirt is already hiked up, he flips the rest of it right up off of her and up her back as she bends over as he gives her asscheek a nice slap.]
Ah...too late.
[It's as if his eyes transfix on Yoimiya, red-hot lust pumping through his veins as his other hand frees himself from his pants once more, relief flooding through him as his throbbing cock comes out and presses against her ass. He loves how she's accepted her loss like this, licking his lips at the sight of her dripping pussy before disregarding any kind of laws or respect for the public as he slides himself back inside of her as she's bent over. He doesn't care if she's managed to get her keys, doesn't care if others can see them, all he cares about is pleasuring the both of them until their eyes cross. There's no hesitation from the Harbinger as he starts to pump in and out, groaning loudly as he grips tightly into her hips with his hands.]
You're so hot, Yoimiya. Look at you, being a terribly dirty slut just for me, where everyone can see you, bent over in front of your own front door. I couldn't of asked for a more perfect girlfriend...accepting your loss so gracefully, being such a good girl for me...
[He seems completely mesmerized with what he's doing, enjoying how her walls encompass him entirely, how pleasure spikes through him endlessly as he pumps deeper and deeper inside of her. He's never felt so turned on in his life, and Yoimiya already made him crave for her just by looking at him the right way with those gorgeous, honey eyes of hers that he dreams about whenever she's away; just thinking of her this way while he pounds away at her pussy has him so excited that he just spills himself into her, his cock shuddering as he already orgasms inside of her with a sharp groan.
The problem is, he's still hard as a rock...and he's not done yet.]
Oh, I think we've been seen, [he says with a smirk as he notices the wide eyes of a horrified couple of people who got a good look at what they were doing when they heard Tartaglia groan...]
I'VE BEEN HOWLING AT THIS EVER SINCE I READ IT, a terrible twosome
Until now.
As she's bending down to pick up her keys, Yoimiya hears those two words that seal her fate. Ah...too late. Her dress skirt gets hitched up even more, letting out a gasp at the pleasant sensation of the evening breeze fluttering across her backside. A squeal of delight squeaks out of her when the palm of Tartaglia's hand slaps her ass. Not that there was much to begin with but there is no ounce of shame left in her as she moans at the stinging impact across her skin. Yoimiya never would have guessed that she would get so aroused from being spanked. Prior to being with her boyfriend, filthy thoughts never really crossed her mind but Tartaglia truly has been her sexual awakening, fully embracing the side of her that is a naughty girl.
Her hands grip onto the door frame, an adorable mewl spilling out of her lips as Tartaglia slides in, filling her to the brim. In truth, Yoimiya fully expected him to start fucking her right in front of her front door. The moment she dropped her keys, she knew her destiny had been written. The Harbinger has successfully captured his prey. Not that she minds at all, if anything she loves everything about this. She's so wet and tight as he pulls out and pushes back in, being pinned down and helpless as he drives into her over and over again. All she wants is to be stuffed full of Tartaglia's cock. Sex is so addictive with him, the aphrodisiac increasing that addiction tenfold, Yoimiya loves feeling like all she can do is take it as he bucks his hips wildly into her. ]
Oh, yes...! J-Just like that, ahh—! Yes, Tartaglia...! Yes! I'm your dirty slut used solely for your pleasure. You're the only one allowed to fuck me. You're so good, Tartaglia...!
[ Being called his dirty slut awakens something within, causing the sultry blonde to lose any sense she might have had, Yoimiya wants nothing more than to be his toy. The unhinged Harbinger might be used to taking orders, viewed as a weapon but being under his control makes her the one that wants to be used.
Yoimiya is a mewling, wailing mess as he's railing her. She can feel his whole body shuddering with that final deep thrust as he spills even more of his load into her. Satisfaction melts her core, having him come so deep inside of her always feels so divine. Every climax with him seems to get better and better, Tartaglia is the perfect lover. She cries out, her own body squirming and shuddering as her dripping wet pussy squeezes down and comes around him. As the night goes on, she's going to lose count of how many times they reach their orgasm.
As she's settling down from the high of their climax, the observation of her boyfriend pulls her attention. Record scratch. Freeze frame. Yup, that's Yoimiya. You're probably wondering how she got into this situation but she doesn't seem to mind, not caring in the slightest that they finally got caught. It's terrible, but this situation seems to arouse her even more. With him still inside of her she tightens up, breathing out whimpers. ]
Ah... I don't mind if they watch. I want the whole world to know I belong to you alone.
[ In the middle of that session, she somehow manages to acquire her keys, unlocking the door to her apartment so they can engage in all of their awful, filthy desires in peace. Yoimiya kicks her heels off, slipping out of her dress to toss it somewhere in her living room as she leads Tartaglia to her bedroom, desperate for even more rounds of sex. There's a small sense of rationale floating around in the pits of her mind as she gently wipes him off with a towel before sitting him on her bed. Once that's done, she drops to her knees, positioning herself between his legs, playing into the role of his submissive possession. With one hand placed on his thigh, the other wrapping her fingers around the base of his throbbing cock.
Incredible... he's still rock hard even after everything they've done. Yoimyia's honey eyes gloss over with desire, pressing her lips against the head of his aching cock as she takes him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. His musky scent sends her into a lust-induced haze, small sounds pouring out of her throat as she savors his taste. ]
Mm... what would you like to do with your dirty little slut? [ she says in-between dragging her tongue across his length, ] I'm all yours for the taking.
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He looks over to the people who seem to begin to scurry away, horror their faces, giving them a wink as he slides his hand over Yoi's ass, enjoying the soft, supple skin. Enjoying his delicious girlfriend, one that he's found is just as willing to cause some chaos as he is. He'll pull out of her to let her unlock her door, following her inside as hunger for her body eliminates any logic he had been holding onto before the candy had finally hit him and replaced that logic with pure, unadulterated lust.
His shoes disappear from his feet as well as his trousers and underwear finding their place somewhere on her living room floor as he follows her to her bedroom, making it easy for her to clean him off, his hands unable to keep off of her as they run through her hair and down her body. He sits when instructed, eyes dilating as she drops between his knees, his cock still throbbing despite the fact that he'd just come inside of her moments before. Her fingers around his length burn his skin, her submissiveness to him causing a white hot fire to ignite in his gut and send electricity through his nerves, breath hitching as she brings him into her mouth to sink inside of it. Tartaglia moans with delight as she does so, hands gripping into her hair, running them through it and pulling lightly before repeating the motion, his body shuddering under her tongue and it's ability to cloud his thoughts with nothing but her.]
Mmmmmmm... [he groans while he tries to think, though her tongue makes it difficult for him to keep any ideas straight. Yoimiya has gotten far too good at melting his mind with her mouth alone, feeling himself fall under her spell so easily as pleasure surges through him at every lick and suck of his cock.]
Show me how dirty of a slut you really are. Who would have thought a nice little country girl like you had it in her...
[Another lust crazed sigh comes out of him when her mouth sucks him in just the right way, her tongue hitting that spot right underneath his head that drives him crazy as he shakes with delight. He really couldn't of asked for a better girl than her, attractive to him in every way imaginable. Tartaglia will never be able to get enough of her body, because having sex with her is incredible from start to finish, every time they find themselves wanting and needing each other. He's addicted to her as much as she's addicted to him, making for some interesting nights, especially one like this one.]
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It will be my pleasure. This filthy slut loves your enormous cock more than anything. It's so big and thick, I love how you fill my mouth to the brim. No other cock will ever satisfy me...
[ Being seen as his personal cock slut is the utmost honor in her eyes. Acting as if the Harbinger is her god, the nice little country girl is happy to be on her knees, worshipping his perfect dick. The pass of her tongue is slow, taking the time to savor every inch of him, she loves how he throbs against her wet lips, his balls, and the girth of his shaft, Tartaglia's cock is a perfect work of art that should be revered. Servicing the love of her life, fulfilling all of his desires is truly the best feeling in the world, she yearns for Tartaglia's complete and total satisfaction. If her god isn't satisfied, then she isn't.
Yoimiya's honey eyes glisten with pure excitement as she listens to her lover's heavenly moans and sighs. A small smile curves on the corner of her lips as she works her tongue, affectionately licking his thick shaft in full, from the bottom all the way to the very tip. Delightful noises bubble out from her throat, her tongue circling around his head before sinking his cock into her mouth, taking as much of him as she can. She's so happy to see Tartaglia drowning in pleasure, wanting him to know that she loves sucking him off just as much as he enjoys being on the receiving end.
Her red, wet lips are anchored to his shaft, suppressed moans spilling out as she sucks him in full. Her body shudders in bliss while she takes him into her throat, his scent clouding her mind with pleasure. All Yoimiya can think about is how good he tastes, how much she loves his cum. His fingers threading through her hair encourage her to pick up the pace, working him in her mouth without any signs of slowing down. Tartaglia has unleashed a whirlwind of desires within her, she's starting to realize she likes it rough, taking great delight in the sensation of his hands pulling at her strawberry blonde hair. While her hand is covering the parts her mouth can't reach, the other grazes his thigh, dragging her fingertips across his skin until she stops in-between his legs. Her slender fingers gently caress his balls, cupping them before softly massaging him with her palm. Her heart is brimming with excitement, determined to make sure every inch of his cock gets her full undivided attention. ]
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I wouldn't want my darling, beautiful Yoimiya thinking of having anyone else please her how I do. Not that it matters, you've said it yourself...
[He lets out a terrible, heady moan as she works, the languid strokes of her tongue against his shaft sending more shudders through him. His eyes half-lid as he looks down at her sucking him dry, amazed at how she fits all of him in that cute mouth of hers, mesmerized by the ministrations of her tongue and lips on his length that throbs endlessly just for her. She's so good at pleasing him, knowing exactly what he wants and likes, breathless as he watches the golden head of hair bob up and down as waves of pleasure wrack his system.]
You're doing such a good job. Just like that, yes...ah, yes...
[Tartaglia feels her mouth and tongue beginning the end of his mind, desire completely clouding his thoughts as his body starts to quiver and shake under her touch. Every pass is pure bliss, his eyes locked on her as he admires how sexy it is to watch her take him in fully into her mouth and out again. He'd do anything for Yoimiya, she's completely captured him with the entirety of her being and now that perfectly curved body with breasts that could hold him in a trance is pleasuring him endlessly. She's so hot, and he's never wanted anyone so badly in his life, never cared for someone so much outside of his family.
He begins to chant her name over and over again as she speeds up, excited by how her wandering hand caresses his balls, tracing lines of heat from his thigh to his groin. Tartaglia shakes beneath her, pressure building in his core, grasping at her more desperately as he fights to keep his hips from bucking forward. They rock ever so slightly despite his attempts, wanting himself to sink deeper into her mouth, his breath becoming more ragged as he succumbs to the pleasure that Yoimiya is giving him.]
Oh, I'm going to come for you, my little slut, make sure you drink it all up. Ahhh, Yoimiya, that feels so good, please, no one could ever make me feel this amazing...yes, Yoimiya, ...I...oh...!
[His load spills into her mouth, eyes rolling into the back of his head with one final cry of her name on his lips, bliss rolling in waves over him as he drowns under Yoimiya's lips and tongue. His back goes numb, his legs quiver and his cock shudders as his climax hits him like a truck. Truly, no one other than her could hold this kind of power over him, driving him in the direction she wants, getting him to cry out for her so desperately as if she was the only thing he'd ever need. His breath slowly returns to normal as his eyes refocus, looking down at his gorgeous girlfriend who's just given him an amazing blowjob.]
Archons Yoimiya, I'll never know how you can make me lose my mind like that.
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His delicious moans are empowering, motivating her to pick up the pace and take him as far back into her throat as she possibly can. Gradually picking up speed, she takes him to the hilt, over and over again, encouraging him to flood her mouth with his thick load. Muffled lewd noises slip out of her lips, his cock throbbing as his load pours inside of her mouth. She keeps her head in place, following his orders to be a good cumslut and drink him in full, swallowing every drop of his warm semen. The euphoric expression on his features is breathtaking, she's so proud and happy to see him so satisfied. Her beau has a firm grip on her heart, she loves him, his voice, his body, his cum, Tartaglia is perfect in her eyes. Her body shudders in pure, immense bliss as the last of his seed trickles down her throat. He tastes so good, she can never have enough of him.
Releasing her mouth from him with a slight pop, Yoimiya's gaze is firmly locked onto her lover while licking her lips, looking as if she had a tasty treat. There's not a single bit of his essence left, having milked him dry but she can't stop herself from being a greedy cock slut. She leans forward, administering a few more licks, flicking her tongue at the tip to ensure she slurps every last drop. After pressing a sweet kiss to the head of his cock, she stands up to straddle him in his lap. ]
You do the same to me, you have completely taken over my thoughts. The entire time I was down there sucking you off, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I love your cock and how good your cum tastes. Thanks to you, I feel like the happiest gal in the world.
[ Yoimiya nuzzles her head into his collarbone, leaving a trail of affectionate kisses around the nape of his neck before parting her lips to suck and gently gnaw on his skin. ]
Mmmm... how are you feeling, Tartaglia? [ she mutters in-between sucking on his neck, leaving yet another hickey to bloom, ] Would the big, bad Harbinger like even more out of his personal slut?
[ An idea crosses her mind, a very terrible idea but before executing her plan into motion, she wants to make sure Tartaglia is fine and dandy for another around. Is he still rock hard from the candy? ]
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That same drunken look of love follows her when she straddles him, his eyes wandering over body as he appreciates how close she is, the feel of her skin against his own. He quickly sheds the jacket and vest off of his body, leaving only the red buttoned shirt with tie left to remove. But he makes sure she has complete access to his neck, the tie finding a place on her bedroom floor as he cranes his neck upwards as Yoimiya's lips suck and caress the sensitive skin, feeling himself sinking underneath her ministrations further and further, captured by her beauty and content to stay hypnotized by her filthy words and succulent body.]
I feel incredible.
[Hot little huffs of breath come out of him when she nips his skin, his body craving more of her with every pass, loving the feel of how she stakes her claim on him and forces another hickey to begin to bloom on his skin. He's more than happy to know that everyone will see that he's taken by her, letting little bubbles of content whines and sighs out, letting her know how much he loves her and how she makes him feel amazing beyond words- even through the exhaustion of having just cummed, waves of bliss still roll over him, and her words drive his lust further forwards.]
I certainly wouldn't mind, [he responds, his hands sliding now across her stomach and around to the soft skin of her back. Tartaglia drinks Yoimiya's figure in, making sure to eye up her breasts as his hands snake up her back before he gets captured once again by her brilliant, golden eyes that never fail to lock him into place and keep him completely entranced.]
I'm still ready and raring to go, after all.
[He is still rock hard, completely taken by the aphrodisiac pumping through his system, removing his inhibitions and apparently the blood flow to his penis.]
Why, have something in mind? You know I'd love anything your shameless, slutty mind can think of.
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Even with all of the sweaty sex they've had, the aroma of his cologne remains strong, Yoimiya is completely intoxicated by his voice and scent. As the blonde nips at his skin, her fingers pluck at the buttons of his red shirt. She moans into his collarbone, switching over to the other side of his neck to leave even more love bites. It's greedy and a bit selfish but she desires to show the world that yes, this man is happily taken! Once the last button of his shirt is undone, her hands come up to his pecs, slithering her palms all across his chiseled chest, delighting in his well-built physique. Tartaglia is the most handsome man she's ever seen, She truly feels like the luckiest gal on the planet. Every last inch of him is so attractive.
Lowering her waist onto his groin, she rocks her hips on top of him to get a good feel of his rock-hard cock. Lewd moans spill out of her lips at the sensation of his throbbing erection sliding against her ass. Sheesh, the side effects of this candy are insane. There's still more in the box but she makes a mental note to tell Tartaglia to buy more of this powerful aphrodisiac. They definitely have to use this again in the future. ]
Hehe, I do. If you don't mind, lay down and relax. I promise to take good care of you...
[ Placing her palm on his chest, she gently coaxes her beloved into laying down on her bed. Sucking him off made her tight little pussy dripping wet, slick dripping down her thighs as she yearns to be full of him once more. As much as she'd like to ride him right then and there, Yoimiya has to force herself off of him. With a playful wink, she gets up to open the drawer of her nightstand, excitement bubbling in her core. After closing the door shut, she comes back to bed, positioning himself on his lap once more. In her hands are handcuffs and rope. She places his strong arms above his head to bind his wrists together with the silver handcuffs. Next, the rope loops around the chain link, tying him to the post of her headboard. The little devil smirks, looking pleased that she captured her prey as her fingertips slowly glide down his chest and abs. ]
I hope you don't mind me taking charge for a bit while keeping you as my captive. I'm going to make sure everyone knows to keep their hands off of you.
[ YOU HEAR THAT SIREN??? Oh, wait she can't CAUSE SHE'S DEAD! ]
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But his dirty mind also wonders what's on her own, obeying her and letting the weight of her palm guide him downward onto the bed, lying exactly where she puts him, excited to see what she has in store. He can't help but stare back up at her, giving her breast a little squeeze before she goes as she hops off of him, eyes locked on that perfectly curved body of hers as she returns with their new activity for the night, the warmth of her groin against him welcome as she slides back onto him.]
Oh ho-ho, keeping me as a prisoner, are we now?
[He's more than amused, letting her lock his wrists together with the handcuffs, and subsequently getting tied to the headboard. Of course, it would be easy to break them at any time for him- but he can't say how sexy it is of her to take charge of him like this, noting the possessive look in her eyes as she makes sure that he belongs to her and absolutely no one else. It makes him want her even more, feeling himself get turned on by the very thought of Yoimiya having total control over him. It's the one thing he's always had, complete autonomy to do whatever he pleases, and here she is taking it away and he's loving every second of it.]
It's no simple feat to restrain me. How do you plan on keeping me here?
[It's a clear challenge, as he tugs lightly at his restraints, his cock throbbing harder for her as he stares up at his stunning girlfriend with lust-filled eyes. He's ready to do what she commands of him, but of course he can't make it easy, though he's hoping that she's going to make it even harder for him to disobey her.]
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She stares down at him, licking her lips while a devilish smirk curves on her features. His ocean eyes glossed over with pure, unadulterated lust a marvelous splendor to gaze upon. Yoimiya feels so proud and happy to bring him to this point, to be the one that delivers the pleasure he desires. She leans down, nipping on his earlobe as she whispers these words of authority into his ear: ]
Well, my plan is quite simple. I'll make you feel so good that you won't want to leave.
[ While the fireworks expert might not have a Harbinger's strength, she does have willpower and once she sets her mind to a goal, she intends to see it to the very end.
Hungry for his taste, she crashes her lips into his for a sloppy open mouth kiss. After breaking off, she leaves a trail of kisses from his throat all the way down to his chest. Her Hands roam all across his body, fingers tracing every single curve of his perfect chest. Every so often, the tips of her fingers lightly graze his nipples. As her eyes shift lower, she takes in the sight of his well-built body, admiring how lean he is, his perfectly toned chest, and those supple abdominal muscles. He really is the definition of sexy. Sometimes, she can't help but wonder how a simple country girl was able to land such an amazing boyfriend. She brings her lips close to his pecs, latching her mouth around his nipple, flicking her tongue before circling around the sensitive bud. She doesn't forget to give his other nipple the attention it deserves, squeezing it with her fingertips, gently pinching and pressing down on it.
What he'll most definitely notice is that she's purposely not touching his throbbing cock at all. ]
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Every kiss down his neck leaves an invisible mark that he can feel tingling on his skin, passion laced into every single press that takes his breath away as he watches her move down his body. He can see how she drinks him in, appreciates his chest and abs, proud to know that she likes what she sees and wants to give her even more. When it'll be his turn to worship her body, he isn't sure, but for how good she's treating him, he'll make sure to return the favor tenfold and then some. He hums delightfully as she pays attention to his nipples, enjoying how sexy she can make something so small as making his nipples harden, making more anticipation build in his gut, his desire being wound tighter and tighter like a wire.
Tartaglia can feel himself throb harder as she continues, his eyes locked on how her mouth latches onto him, his mind slowly starting to lose itself to madness at how her perfect, soft breasts press up against his stomach. His body starts to ache for her to continue downward, to give his length the attention its craving from her mouth, fingers or dripping wet pussy. Needy moans start to involuntarily seep out of him, the wire in his gut being pulled tighter and tighter every moment that passes by.
She's not going down to pleasure his cock, and that definitely hasn't gone unnoticed.]
Like what you see, huh? You know, I know a way that would make me feel even better, if you want to keep me here. I'll let you in on that secret if you'll do me one simple favor...
[Bargaining with his captor, that'll surely net him what he wants here, he thinks. Surely this will go over well.]
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