[That is a dangerous thing to say to a carnivore as consummate as Kiritsubo. Not, of course, that this poor man could be expected to know that when he uttered the moan-laced words whatever you think is best. What she thinks?
She thinks it’s been nearly two days since she’s gotten laid, and here was this fine specimen(s) just waiting for her…]
It’s a little surprising, but I’m… quite flexible, I think… maybe I’ll be fine…
[Her fingers curl tighter around his erection, prepared so perfectly by the beast spilling from the ceiling and into the halls. Her tongue darts over her lip again, another swallow. This time… her lips make a soft sound when she “accidentally” smacks them in hunger.]
You just… concentrate on if this feels good…
[Did it? Her hand begins to stroke, and the tentacled creature, strangely, is nearly perfectly in tandem with her, looping around her wrist to use her movement as a guide for how it should move- when she moves upward, it moves down, they meet in the middle and cross, an almost devastating tandem assault upon the senses.
And all the while… she is staring at him, breathing soft and shallow through her mouth so close that the displaced air wafts ticklish over the tip of his cock. The tentacle around her waist is drifting lower, lower, seeking out the scent of something growing damp between her legs.]
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She thinks it’s been nearly two days since she’s gotten laid, and here was this fine specimen(s) just waiting for her…]
It’s a little surprising, but I’m… quite flexible, I think… maybe I’ll be fine…
[Her fingers curl tighter around his erection, prepared so perfectly by the beast spilling from the ceiling and into the halls. Her tongue darts over her lip again, another swallow. This time… her lips make a soft sound when she “accidentally” smacks them in hunger.]
You just… concentrate on if this feels good…
[Did it? Her hand begins to stroke, and the tentacled creature, strangely, is nearly perfectly in tandem with her, looping around her wrist to use her movement as a guide for how it should move- when she moves upward, it moves down, they meet in the middle and cross, an almost devastating tandem assault upon the senses.
And all the while… she is staring at him, breathing soft and shallow through her mouth so close that the displaced air wafts ticklish over the tip of his cock. The tentacle around her waist is drifting lower, lower, seeking out the scent of something growing damp between her legs.]