Megohime seemed to be a perfect fit for him, allowing him as much as he wanted. She adjusted herself to straddle his lap, kissing his neck and shoulder as she unbuttoned his shirt.
It didn’t take very long for the attention he was giving her to bring her almost to tears, womanhood wet and legs trembling. “M-Masamune..!” She whined softly. Her hips bucked slightly, breathing uneven.