[The only one embarrassed by Kajiyama Fuuta's performance is Kajiyama Fuuta. But perhaps that is to be expected. One is usually one's own worst critic, after all. If Kiritsubo pitted her lovers against each other or compared their performances... well, after centuries, that not only became difficult it just became tedious. As far as she was concerned... they both had a heat to burn away, and what was the fun of burning alone? Their meeting might have been by chance, but their coupling was a choice made after. No matter how quickly he would or would not cum, she wants to feel warm flesh beneath the scrape of her fingernails and the wild pulse of another heart. She wants to lose herself in the friction and the fill-
And, two, well. That was just a bonus she couldn't abide the thought of wasting.
As Fuuta loses himself in the need to rut, he is given temporary reprieve from the tease of Kiritsubo's words, for her breath finds far better use in moans and whines, throwing her head back into the mussed sheets and baring her pale flesh all too obligingly to be marked by sharp teeth and hot tongue. Her fluffy ears flatten against her skull and her own tail quivers in animalistic betrayal of escalating pleasure, and when he suddenly bites into the sheets and thrusts deep she cries out in excitement, clutching his body tight to hers because ah... He was hot there, too, both inside of her where he nestled deep and smeared across her belly.
As he comes down from the high, perhaps he will grow aware again of Kiritsubo's lips and teeth, nibbling gently on the shell of his ear, or her fingers, tracing up his spine with her nails and running through his hair. It's not demanding, but it is present, and slowly, slowly... the leg she had wrapped around him falls back to the mattress, her hips beginning to shift beneath him, her slim body apparently hiding enough strength to begin carefully coaxing him to move.]
Mmm, roll over for me, cutie...
[She pulls herself free from the heavy embroidered kimono layers rather than fuss with trying to tug and untangle them, baring more of her tattooed flesh in the process. If he had recovered enough wits to notice... what might be mistaken for a bead of sweat is actually a drop of honey from the comb inked upon her breast, dripping down her skin along the line of her ribs... down the taut line of her side...]
I want to be on top this time ♡
[And surely he wouldn't deny such an obliging lady another round and a satisfaction of her own... ?]
how about pictures of cool iguanas
And, two, well. That was just a bonus she couldn't abide the thought of wasting.
As Fuuta loses himself in the need to rut, he is given temporary reprieve from the tease of Kiritsubo's words, for her breath finds far better use in moans and whines, throwing her head back into the mussed sheets and baring her pale flesh all too obligingly to be marked by sharp teeth and hot tongue. Her fluffy ears flatten against her skull and her own tail quivers in animalistic betrayal of escalating pleasure, and when he suddenly bites into the sheets and thrusts deep she cries out in excitement, clutching his body tight to hers because ah... He was hot there, too, both inside of her where he nestled deep and smeared across her belly.
As he comes down from the high, perhaps he will grow aware again of Kiritsubo's lips and teeth, nibbling gently on the shell of his ear, or her fingers, tracing up his spine with her nails and running through his hair. It's not demanding, but it is present, and slowly, slowly... the leg she had wrapped around him falls back to the mattress, her hips beginning to shift beneath him, her slim body apparently hiding enough strength to begin carefully coaxing him to move.]
Mmm, roll over for me, cutie...
[She pulls herself free from the heavy embroidered kimono layers rather than fuss with trying to tug and untangle them, baring more of her tattooed flesh in the process. If he had recovered enough wits to notice... what might be mistaken for a bead of sweat is actually a drop of honey from the comb inked upon her breast, dripping down her skin along the line of her ribs... down the taut line of her side...]
I want to be on top this time ♡
[And surely he wouldn't deny such an obliging lady another round and a satisfaction of her own... ?]