[ The past few days, Samatoki's had a kick for beating things up and being violent in general. It's been great, taking out his newfound frustrations on the wall or on the couch or anywhere else, really. This—the sex doesn't make him feel frustrated, but it builds a tension in him that he can't wait to release. At the same time though, he knows he shouldn't. Not right away. At the moment, he's still on the flat terrain of the metaphorical roller coaster he's riding. The slope is slowly rising, but he's definitely not there yet.
He told her to ride him, but he can't help but move his hips too, impatient and in need. He feels so good whenever she tightens around him, and whenever his red eyes open, they're hyper-focused on her before they shut in pleasure.
Lewd sounds fill the room, coming from either of their bodies, and it's great. Samatoki is revelling in them and in the way her body curves when she bounces on his lap. ]
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He told her to ride him, but he can't help but move his hips too, impatient and in need. He feels so good whenever she tightens around him, and whenever his red eyes open, they're hyper-focused on her before they shut in pleasure.
Lewd sounds fill the room, coming from either of their bodies, and it's great. Samatoki is revelling in them and in the way her body curves when she bounces on his lap. ]