[Good, because she'll continue to scratch behind his ears. Or at least, there is an attempt made, because when she thought he was going to move his finger with ease, he's thrusted in another with it, and not only that, both in deep. It fills her up, stretching against her walls that her whole body tenses against him and she cries out, muffled only when she bites down to attempt to silence herself.
She can't let him see her emotions in turmoil. Not just yet.
But it was a second too late anyway, so perhaps he better make good on that as she yanks his hair, just a bit so that if he opens his eyes, he can see her.]
That's all? You better go harder. [Even when she's bottom, look at that top energy. At least she loosens her hands again for him to work.]
[ It should be enticing, the way she wants more, and yet, it flips a switch in Samatoki.
He doesn't like to lose, that one trait is for certain. Vietnam commenting that he should go harder makes him feel like he's losing something here, and for all his gentleness earlier, he pulls away just a little so he can speak. ]
That's rich comin' from someone who's as red as you are. [ Which is to say, RIP Samatoki Aohitsugi.
He's barely even started and she's already complaining. That just isn't fair, he thinks. It's why he hasn't stopped with his hand, pushing his fingers in and out of her rapidly, no warm up at all. It should be pleasurable for someone who likes a little bit of pain. From what he can tell just from their encounter today, Vietnam's just the type.
Samatoki shuts up quickly enough so he could go back, lips back to her clit as he pumps his fingers a lot quicker than how he was doing it previously. It's sloppy but so full of lust that an animal would be able to appreciate it a lot. . . if an animal had a bigger bran, anyway. And at some point, he starts to stretch his fingers into scissor-like motions. He may not do this a lot, but he at least knows how to bring someone close.]
[She could understand the need to win challenges and yet it looks like he was sulking a little? Did she overdo it when she challenged him because she was still a little dishonest with her own feelings? She was beginning to feel bad until he goes ahead and points out the obvious.
Something like that would have her talking smack back if not for the fact that he was still thrusting his fingers vigorously, that she growls loudly instead.]
Haa--... Well it's...a little hot.
[Does she mean from the water or from him? It's both, honestly, because seeing him riled up like this is excruciatingly attractive that her blood boils as much as the pleasure pulses in her with each of his strokes and the soft slickness of his tongue. Her voice echoes as she grows closer with his determination, both her hands gripping onto his hair as her hips ride against him.]
[ Samatoki had never heard his name leave anyone's lips in that manner. And fuck, that's hot More than hot. His cock twitches just thinking about how it's sweet music to his ears, and if he didn't have a hard-on right now, that alone would have made his dick erect.
It gives him more confidence to keep going. Once he feels like he's stretched her inner walls out, he taps and drums at the back of her clit from inside while his tongue laps on the nub from the outside. His tongue wags wildly up and down this time, not side to side, splashing some water which will later on be something he'll have to clean. For now, he would rather make a mess out of Vietnam.
His nails aren't so long, but they scratch her skin as his other hand moves down the side of her thigh. He doesn't mean to this time around, but god, if he wasn't busy trying to get her to cum, his grip could be a lot tighter that there would be half-moons on her legs. ]
[If he were to never tell her that he doesn't have a lot of encounters to begin with, she wouldn't be able to tell. He's hitting all the right spots when it comes to pushing her over the edge, and now that she's lost control enough that she vocalises how good it feels, it seems like it just drives him, and that the intensity is growing so unbearable.
His nails dragging down her thigh and she feels like, the sharpness and the sensations that are so electrifying as they buzz up from between her legs, that she desperately grasps for him, her breathing ragged as the water continues to wash down them.
Her lashes flutter, eyes a daze as she suddenly tightens all around his fingers, hips pressed up to his mouth as her back arches and she reaches her peak, and if she wasn't meant to be part fish, well, she could feel herself drowning as she cries out his name once again.]
[ Hold onto him. Squeeze him. Claim him. He's yours for the taking at this moment, Vietnam.
Samatoki would give a lot to be able to receive this sort of pleasure again. To think that this is moonlacing and it's just Chroma that's coursing through him. He's horny as hell that he could easily turn Vietnam over and fuck her against the wall to get rid of the feeling, but moonlacing in itself is so good. He's very content with this, but at the same time, he wants more.
As he feels her walls tightening around his fingers, he continues and rides out her orgasm. He pulls his lips away though, opting to kiss her just below her belly button instead. When he feels her breathing has evened, he pulls away completely, letting the water wash away what should be. His lips are parted, and his own breathing isn't still, but he feels at peace.
Samatoki stays on his knees.
Man, he's glad Vietnam didn't turn into a mermaid right now. ]
[And claim him she shall, in so many ways, as the rush courses through her, where it's not just from the feeling of pleasure but also the delivery of Chroma. It's more than just the intimacy of sex, it's all mixed in that she found it indescribable. But she wanted more, as her fist was still firm on his hair and she rides out the rest of her orgasm. He's right, it's a good thing she's no mermaid.
Truly, if he wanted to take her against the wall until they both could no longer, she'd allow it. She loves it now, what he's able to give, what the Chroma did as they chased after their desires, and with this additional impatience and aggression that lurks under their transformations, she greedily wanted it again. For him to fill her up to the brim with everything he can throw at her.
But ah, he's sweet in his own way, isn't he? As she calms, she watches how he kisses her abdomen, and slowly she makes her way to her knees after she pulls her leg off his shoulder. With his lips already parted, she dips to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, regardless of where it was before.]
[ Sweet would probably be one way of putting it, but Samatoki would deny it until the day he dies. He's hardcore as hell.
He just knows he'd rather let his own blood flow than hurt her, that's all.
When she removes her leg off him and joins him on the floor, he opens his eyes to reveal his own dissatisfied hunger. The red is longing and needy, desperate for her touch and for her to pleasure him. However, they shut when her lips are placed against his. He definitely won't object to more. Not when he's yet to fill her with his seed.
Damn, he's gonna end up freaking out about not using a condom later on. ]
[Suuuure okay she'll call him hardcore only just to keep him happy, but she knows the truth. Even when he wanted to smash he still was being a good (bad) boy!
She saw a glimpse of his eyes, still hungry and wanting, and she shivers at the thought. He's still raring to go, and her stamina is almost endless thanks to her constitution. Meaning, if they're still completely unsatisfied, she can keep going. She tastes him, tongue exploring his mouth as her hands slide down his neck, nails tracing every line of his chest. With him throbbing hard, she could think of a number of things she would like with him.
But as it is, even when she's most desperate in wanting him, she still likes to tug and pull until they can resist no more. One can do great things when they're overpowered.]
Samatoki... [She parts, only barely, her lips still touching his, hands now running up his inner thighs, slow and teasing.] Tell me what you'd like to do to me.
[ Samatoki kisses back just as hungry as she is. He chases after her lips, after her mouth, teeth unabashedly crashing into hers as, tongue not at all dancing but pushing her own. He's desperate. He's needy. He doesn't want to touch Vietnam for his own sake because that feels wrong to him, but when she pulls away ever so slightly to ask him a question, he's breathless. Antsy. He responds honestly. ]
Keep going until I'm tired.
[ So honest.............. so gruff................... much wolfe. ]
[His uncultured desperation is rather attractive right now when someone also happens to be feeling the same kind of neediness that he has right now, that she welcomes it with open arms. Almost literally considering she's touching him all over. She starts to nip at is lip as they must part to speak, but she's already missing the crashing of bodies.
The things she would do to feel him against her, really.]
Good, I have energy to spare.
[And she's feeling it quite strongly too, she's not sure if it's to do with her transformation. Either way, she kisses along his jawline, softly trailing until she gets to his ear, tugging at the lobe before she whispers:]
[ She could touch him all over, but he puts his hand over hers and guides it lower from where it is just so it hovers over his cock. ]
Finish me first, [ Still not a command, but a response to her inquiry. If anybody asked, it's Vietnam who's in control of the situation right now. Samatoki would do anything if it meant a good fuck at this very moment, while his brain is more concentrated on his libido.
If she doesn't fight it, he'll have her stroke his cock, guiding her firmly with his own hand. He breathes out relief loudly, eyes closing halfway as he looks at Vietnam's hand. ]
[She lets him take her hand, letting him take it down to his cock where her fingers tease his tip. So that's what he wishes for, no? They are still in the shower, and it makes sense because he's been holding for so long.
She manages a smile to his ear before she kisses down his neck, her fingers now wrapping firm around him, as he guides her hand, and she feels how hard he is against her palm.]
Very well, I'll be returning the favour, okay?
[By returning the favour, she'll do more than just give him a handjob. But there is something about how she grips, slow at first, like she's searching for a way to find how best he reacts. Her lips trail down to his chest, up until she finds his nipple and presses her tongue down against it, and then tugs with her teeth.]
[ Vietnam will easily find out that Samatoki is a very responsive person. If there's anything he doesn't like, he'll make it known. If there's anything he likes, she'll surely know because he'll have a reaction to it. In this case, the way he breathes heavily as he lets go of her hand, leaving her to her own devices is something he likes. Good - he doesn't have to teach her and tell her what to do. She knows her stuff.
That's hot.
He growls low enough that it sounds like a purr when she tugs at his nipple with her teeth. It tickles, he finds, and he didn't think he'd be the kind of person who would like this but he does. ]
[His reactions are enough to encourage her to keep going, She might not be the most experienced, but a certain amount of interactions and encounters in more recent times meant that she did get more open about what to do.
At least, she's growing more forward with showing how she takes what she wants. She starts to suck his nipple, swirling her tongue over the sensitive nub as her hand tightens again, but her pace still excruciatingly slow.
Her head moves to lavish attention on the other nipple, except, it's strangely brief as she drags her lips down to his abdomen, kissing sweetly. She looks up at him, fluttering her lashes at him.]
how are we at 40+ comments already... i'm so ashamed
[ Samatoki remembers this. He doesn't know how he looked, but when he looked up at her the same way she's looking up at him now, he thinks he knows. Thinks being the keyword.
He nods, shuddering, breath hitching because he's too excited. Too needy. He's left wanting, but he feels like he won't be anymore. Not any longer. . .
If Vietnam gives him what he wants, anyway. She said she'd return the favour. And now, he stays in the floor, knelt, in wait, hungry, with the harmony of the sounds of his breath and the pitter-patter of the water protecting the two fo them from the outside world. ]
oh my god we are..............sweats harder at them
[Oh she knows what he was like then, he looked so sexy it really drove her wild. She's not sure if she could do the same, but she does want to look at him while he's pleasured like this.
Of course, it is safest in the shower for her to continue, where they quickly are washed and so she lets go. When she said she was returning the favour, she's definitely going to go down on him, so she dips her head to his lap and starts to run her tongue over his cock, not that it needed any further warming up now.
So almost immediately she crouches herself down, hands holding onto his thighs for support, and takes him into her mouth, inching him bit by bit in, wanting to take as much of him as she could.]
[ Samatoki would have been fine with just her hand, but when he feels his dick enveloped with the wet warmth of her mouth, he feels like he's won something. This is better than what he had imagined, but he can imagine even better things.
For the first time today, in spite of his impatient behaviour and the many times he almost got into a fist fight, he smiles. It's not big or a show of absolute happiness, but he feels pretty proud right now that this is happening.
He rests his hand on Vietnam's neck, fingers threading themselves into her hair. He massages the back of her head, careful and gentle as a means of appreciation and telling her he wants more. Of course he wants more; he'll eventually be a bit more blatant about it later on, but for now, a subtle sign will do. ]
[Her hand does do the best work, but hey, she doesn't go down on just anyone either. So be honoured, Samatoki-sama! Sen-chan is going to really eat you up now.
Besides, she saw that smile, and it's worth it. It fuels her to continue, taking him deep into her mouth, groaning as his hand soothes her neck, so that he vibrates in her mouth as her head starts to bob up and down on his lap. Her eyes flutter, savouring the moment and the feeling of him so full in her mouth, that her hand reaches up to take what she hasn't yet touched, rubbing the base with her soft fingers.
Not that she would've minded if he decided to be rough about it. He could take her mouth as his own and she wouldn't care, considering the aggression right now powers her on. She angles her head, trying to find the right position for him to really feel it, her available hand edging up his thigh.]
[ It's a good thing she won't care, because when Vietnam takes him in again and again, his instincts begin to kick in. His hand that's on his neck scratches at the skin a little firmer this time before he splays his hand against it, pads of his fingers on skin rather than nails.
Then, he moves his hips, thrusting into her the same time he guides her head to take him in. Samatoki's concentrating too much on feeling good than anything else. This makes him feel like he's in flight, as if nothing can stop him, and right now, the only thing that can would be Vietnam fighting him over this. ]
[She's humming in approval when he starts to seek this out, because if he raises the stakes a bit more, it makes her heart race. He, who was so attentive before when he pleasured her, now had his instincts kick in like a wolf's would, and frankly, it's hot.
With his hand keeping her level and his hips moving, she doesn't move her head as much as she does her mouth to accommodate him, tongue still firmly pressed up the underside of his cock as she can feel him touch the back of her throat. Each time she groans, louder and erratic from the force of it, even as she tries to suck him completely. Hands shift to grip his thighs to support herself, nails digging into flesh as she dares him again: do your best. Because the more he tries to overwhelm, the more she's going to be making sure he's hers by the end of this.]
[ Beyond her taking him in more, what's most pleasurable is her groaning. The vibrations send all kinds of great things through him, Chroma and pleasure alike. She might even taste a little salt from his pre, but that's only if she's able to bob her head up and down first. He's keeping her still, head down. Since she didn't say anything or do anything, he thinks it's fine to keep going. He moves his hips some more until he finds a good pace to actually fuck her face.
The effects of her nails on his skin makes him grunt. It's electrifying and it sends chills down his spine. God- he wants more. The redder lines on his thighs get, the better. It helps send him to his peak, that's for sure. ]
[Other than when he actually pulls out enough to thrust back into her mouth again, she can't tell or taste it yet. Ah, there it is, the drips of slickness that beads out, trailing on her tongue where it mixes together with her saliva so that the flavour lingers now that he fucks her mouth again, his grunts ringing through her mind once she gets those nails digging deep. She wants to mark him, the only thing she can do now that he's managed to overwhelm her.
No one overwhelms her unless she allows it, and when she does, she expects to be entirely swept away. He does this, knowing that he's able to, and takes her because he can, and she feels it in the back of her throat as his cock hits it, each time her groans getting louder and more muffled.
It's hot and hard as he fills her mouth, throbbing like how her chest beats so wildly she could hear it hammering in her head. It's exciting, just so like seeing him between her legs, that even in reverse she could feel herself so turned on she's getting wet again. To think, he could take her again like this, wild without abandon, push her down until she could walk no more. Or shall she turn it against him? Walk all over him, remind him again that she only let him do this, that he could think of only herself? Ah, she looks up at him wistfully, and rakes her perfect nails right down his sensitive skin.]
[ If she walked all over him, Samatoki would probably like it. He'd contest at first, finding the idea of not being on top and in control to be a revolting thing. He knows what respect is, though. Even though he may act more like an animal now, thinking less and following what his body is telling him to, he understands the idea of power. You take what you want. You don't just wait to get it. If Vietnam does just that, then she deserves every inch of respect that Samatoki-sama is able to graciously provide.
His other hand finds its way to her hair, just by her scalp this time. He needs it for balance, because as he finds a pace that will send him over the edge and climax as quickly as possible, he also needs to hold onto something. Vietnam's hair serves that purpose. He tries to look at her, too. Eyes glazed with lust and mouth slightly open. There's no way he's breathing through his nose right now.
When he cums, he doesn't even have the consciousness to pull out. He just stops moving, but his fingers to dry to fix Vietnam's hair so they aren't covering her face. He also hasn't realised that Vietnam has his seed inside her mouth. Not necessarily an issue for him, but he'd definitely find it a little shameful later on... ]
[Thank you Samatoki-sama, she's ready for you. Except, they all know Sen-chan is a woman of diplomacy. That is, she does start rather diplomatic first, but if he's really that kind of man? Well, she might escalate things. Men don't call her intimidating for no reason. Not that she wants that reputation all the time, but that's not the point.
Still, she growls, the tension of him pulling on her hair tugging at her scalp feels nicer than she thought. It tingles through her body asthe roughness of his thrusts conquer her every being until he finally releases right into her mouth.
She holds onto his legs for support, not sure if she was taken by surprise or that she just couldn't take it all in, but she pushes her mouth so that he fills her completely. The taste strong as he coats her mouth, warm and thick. Her cries muffled as she can't contain it, part of it spilling out of her mouth. But the rest, she keeps in, pursing her lips until he lets it all go, so that something could still provide him with the friction he needs to ride out his orgasm. Don't worry, she doesn't mind as much.]
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She can't let him see her emotions in turmoil. Not just yet.
But it was a second too late anyway, so perhaps he better make good on that as she yanks his hair, just a bit so that if he opens his eyes, he can see her.]
That's all? You better go harder. [Even when she's bottom, look at that top energy. At least she loosens her hands again for him to work.]
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He doesn't like to lose, that one trait is for certain. Vietnam commenting that he should go harder makes him feel like he's losing something here, and for all his gentleness earlier, he pulls away just a little so he can speak. ]
That's rich comin' from someone who's as red as you are. [ Which is to say, RIP Samatoki Aohitsugi.
He's barely even started and she's already complaining. That just isn't fair, he thinks. It's why he hasn't stopped with his hand, pushing his fingers in and out of her rapidly, no warm up at all. It should be pleasurable for someone who likes a little bit of pain. From what he can tell just from their encounter today, Vietnam's just the type.
Samatoki shuts up quickly enough so he could go back, lips back to her clit as he pumps his fingers a lot quicker than how he was doing it previously. It's sloppy but so full of lust that an animal would be able to appreciate it a lot. . . if an animal had a bigger bran, anyway. And at some point, he starts to stretch his fingers into scissor-like motions. He may not do this a lot, but he at least knows how to bring someone close.]
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Something like that would have her talking smack back if not for the fact that he was still thrusting his fingers vigorously, that she growls loudly instead.]
Haa--... Well it's...a little hot.
[Does she mean from the water or from him? It's both, honestly, because seeing him riled up like this is excruciatingly attractive that her blood boils as much as the pleasure pulses in her with each of his strokes and the soft slickness of his tongue. Her voice echoes as she grows closer with his determination, both her hands gripping onto his hair as her hips ride against him.]
Samatoki--...
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It gives him more confidence to keep going. Once he feels like he's stretched her inner walls out, he taps and drums at the back of her clit from inside while his tongue laps on the nub from the outside. His tongue wags wildly up and down this time, not side to side, splashing some water which will later on be something he'll have to clean. For now, he would rather make a mess out of Vietnam.
His nails aren't so long, but they scratch her skin as his other hand moves down the side of her thigh. He doesn't mean to this time around, but god, if he wasn't busy trying to get her to cum, his grip could be a lot tighter that there would be half-moons on her legs. ]
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His nails dragging down her thigh and she feels like, the sharpness and the sensations that are so electrifying as they buzz up from between her legs, that she desperately grasps for him, her breathing ragged as the water continues to wash down them.
Her lashes flutter, eyes a daze as she suddenly tightens all around his fingers, hips pressed up to his mouth as her back arches and she reaches her peak, and if she wasn't meant to be part fish, well, she could feel herself drowning as she cries out his name once again.]
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Samatoki would give a lot to be able to receive this sort of pleasure again. To think that this is moonlacing and it's just Chroma that's coursing through him. He's horny as hell that he could easily turn Vietnam over and fuck her against the wall to get rid of the feeling, but moonlacing in itself is so good. He's very content with this, but at the same time, he wants more.
As he feels her walls tightening around his fingers, he continues and rides out her orgasm. He pulls his lips away though, opting to kiss her just below her belly button instead. When he feels her breathing has evened, he pulls away completely, letting the water wash away what should be. His lips are parted, and his own breathing isn't still, but he feels at peace.
Samatoki stays on his knees.
Man, he's glad Vietnam didn't turn into a mermaid right now. ]
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Truly, if he wanted to take her against the wall until they both could no longer, she'd allow it. She loves it now, what he's able to give, what the Chroma did as they chased after their desires, and with this additional impatience and aggression that lurks under their transformations, she greedily wanted it again. For him to fill her up to the brim with everything he can throw at her.
But ah, he's sweet in his own way, isn't he? As she calms, she watches how he kisses her abdomen, and slowly she makes her way to her knees after she pulls her leg off his shoulder. With his lips already parted, she dips to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, regardless of where it was before.]
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He just knows he'd rather let his own blood flow than hurt her, that's all.
When she removes her leg off him and joins him on the floor, he opens his eyes to reveal his own dissatisfied hunger. The red is longing and needy, desperate for her touch and for her to pleasure him. However, they shut when her lips are placed against his. He definitely won't object to more. Not when he's yet to fill her with his seed.
Damn, he's gonna end up freaking out about not using a condom later on. ]
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She saw a glimpse of his eyes, still hungry and wanting, and she shivers at the thought. He's still raring to go, and her stamina is almost endless thanks to her constitution. Meaning, if they're still completely unsatisfied, she can keep going. She tastes him, tongue exploring his mouth as her hands slide down his neck, nails tracing every line of his chest. With him throbbing hard, she could think of a number of things she would like with him.
But as it is, even when she's most desperate in wanting him, she still likes to tug and pull until they can resist no more. One can do great things when they're overpowered.]
Samatoki... [She parts, only barely, her lips still touching his, hands now running up his inner thighs, slow and teasing.] Tell me what you'd like to do to me.
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Keep going until I'm tired.
[ So honest.............. so gruff................... much wolfe. ]
I wanna.
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The things she would do to feel him against her, really.]
Good, I have energy to spare.
[And she's feeling it quite strongly too, she's not sure if it's to do with her transformation. Either way, she kisses along his jawline, softly trailing until she gets to his ear, tugging at the lobe before she whispers:]
Now, what would you like to see me do to you?
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Finish me first, [ Still not a command, but a response to her inquiry. If anybody asked, it's Vietnam who's in control of the situation right now. Samatoki would do anything if it meant a good fuck at this very moment, while his brain is more concentrated on his libido.
If she doesn't fight it, he'll have her stroke his cock, guiding her firmly with his own hand. He breathes out relief loudly, eyes closing halfway as he looks at Vietnam's hand. ]
Then whatever you want afterwards.
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She manages a smile to his ear before she kisses down his neck, her fingers now wrapping firm around him, as he guides her hand, and she feels how hard he is against her palm.]
Very well, I'll be returning the favour, okay?
[By returning the favour, she'll do more than just give him a handjob. But there is something about how she grips, slow at first, like she's searching for a way to find how best he reacts. Her lips trail down to his chest, up until she finds his nipple and presses her tongue down against it, and then tugs with her teeth.]
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That's hot.
He growls low enough that it sounds like a purr when she tugs at his nipple with her teeth. It tickles, he finds, and he didn't think he'd be the kind of person who would like this but he does. ]
I'll leave it to you.
[ His body is hers to control. ]
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At least, she's growing more forward with showing how she takes what she wants. She starts to suck his nipple, swirling her tongue over the sensitive nub as her hand tightens again, but her pace still excruciatingly slow.
Her head moves to lavish attention on the other nipple, except, it's strangely brief as she drags her lips down to his abdomen, kissing sweetly. She looks up at him, fluttering her lashes at him.]
how are we at 40+ comments already... i'm so ashamed
He nods, shuddering, breath hitching because he's too excited. Too needy. He's left wanting, but he feels like he won't be anymore. Not any longer. . .
If Vietnam gives him what he wants, anyway. She said she'd return the favour. And now, he stays in the floor, knelt, in wait, hungry, with the harmony of the sounds of his breath and the pitter-patter of the water protecting the two fo them from the outside world. ]
oh my god we are..............sweats harder at them
Of course, it is safest in the shower for her to continue, where they quickly are washed and so she lets go. When she said she was returning the favour, she's definitely going to go down on him, so she dips her head to his lap and starts to run her tongue over his cock, not that it needed any further warming up now.
So almost immediately she crouches herself down, hands holding onto his thighs for support, and takes him into her mouth, inching him bit by bit in, wanting to take as much of him as she could.]
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For the first time today, in spite of his impatient behaviour and the many times he almost got into a fist fight, he smiles. It's not big or a show of absolute happiness, but he feels pretty proud right now that this is happening.
He rests his hand on Vietnam's neck, fingers threading themselves into her hair. He massages the back of her head, careful and gentle as a means of appreciation and telling her he wants more. Of course he wants more; he'll eventually be a bit more blatant about it later on, but for now, a subtle sign will do. ]
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Besides, she saw that smile, and it's worth it. It fuels her to continue, taking him deep into her mouth, groaning as his hand soothes her neck, so that he vibrates in her mouth as her head starts to bob up and down on his lap. Her eyes flutter, savouring the moment and the feeling of him so full in her mouth, that her hand reaches up to take what she hasn't yet touched, rubbing the base with her soft fingers.
Not that she would've minded if he decided to be rough about it. He could take her mouth as his own and she wouldn't care, considering the aggression right now powers her on. She angles her head, trying to find the right position for him to really feel it, her available hand edging up his thigh.]
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Then, he moves his hips, thrusting into her the same time he guides her head to take him in. Samatoki's concentrating too much on feeling good than anything else. This makes him feel like he's in flight, as if nothing can stop him, and right now, the only thing that can would be Vietnam fighting him over this. ]
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With his hand keeping her level and his hips moving, she doesn't move her head as much as she does her mouth to accommodate him, tongue still firmly pressed up the underside of his cock as she can feel him touch the back of her throat. Each time she groans, louder and erratic from the force of it, even as she tries to suck him completely. Hands shift to grip his thighs to support herself, nails digging into flesh as she dares him again: do your best. Because the more he tries to overwhelm, the more she's going to be making sure he's hers by the end of this.]
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The effects of her nails on his skin makes him grunt. It's electrifying and it sends chills down his spine. God- he wants more. The redder lines on his thighs get, the better. It helps send him to his peak, that's for sure. ]
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No one overwhelms her unless she allows it, and when she does, she expects to be entirely swept away. He does this, knowing that he's able to, and takes her because he can, and she feels it in the back of her throat as his cock hits it, each time her groans getting louder and more muffled.
It's hot and hard as he fills her mouth, throbbing like how her chest beats so wildly she could hear it hammering in her head. It's exciting, just so like seeing him between her legs, that even in reverse she could feel herself so turned on she's getting wet again. To think, he could take her again like this, wild without abandon, push her down until she could walk no more. Or shall she turn it against him? Walk all over him, remind him again that she only let him do this, that he could think of only herself? Ah, she looks up at him wistfully, and rakes her perfect nails right down his sensitive skin.]
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His other hand finds its way to her hair, just by her scalp this time. He needs it for balance, because as he finds a pace that will send him over the edge and climax as quickly as possible, he also needs to hold onto something. Vietnam's hair serves that purpose. He tries to look at her, too. Eyes glazed with lust and mouth slightly open. There's no way he's breathing through his nose right now.
When he cums, he doesn't even have the consciousness to pull out. He just stops moving, but his fingers to dry to fix Vietnam's hair so they aren't covering her face. He also hasn't realised that Vietnam has his seed inside her mouth. Not necessarily an issue for him, but he'd definitely find it a little shameful later on... ]
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Still, she growls, the tension of him pulling on her hair tugging at her scalp feels nicer than she thought. It tingles through her body asthe roughness of his thrusts conquer her every being until he finally releases right into her mouth.
She holds onto his legs for support, not sure if she was taken by surprise or that she just couldn't take it all in, but she pushes her mouth so that he fills her completely. The taste strong as he coats her mouth, warm and thick. Her cries muffled as she can't contain it, part of it spilling out of her mouth. But the rest, she keeps in, pursing her lips until he lets it all go, so that something could still provide him with the friction he needs to ride out his orgasm. Don't worry, she doesn't mind as much.]
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I hate this
oh my god SAMATOKI
They need to TALK after this AHAHAHA
HOLY GOD THEY DO I'M LAUGHING she's knocking on his door or something after their adventure
YOURE GONNA FILL MY INBOX WITH U LAJFLAFJ
LOOK IT HAD TO HAPPEN i'll take your first two inbox threads (or five i guess)
My inboxginity...
multiple times too heh
W-WOAH...
I'll be gentle 😏
Sensei 😳
Sensei(?!) has noticed you 😗
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fine u can have this icon again
Just as planned :)
I SEE
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FADSLGKHSD HIS CHICKS WHATTHE FUCK NO
ASLJKASJKLSA LOOK!!!!!!!
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