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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

This made her melt against him, letting out a weak noise against his neck, feeling herself grow flush. She worked at unbuttoning his shirt, closing her eyes to enjoy his touches, biting lightly at his neck.
 
Megohime helped undo the rest of the buttons on her shirt, shrugging it off before helping Masamune out of his own.
 
She got her slacks open and off with some struggle, her hands moving to Masamune’s belt, making a soft noise into the kiss.
 
He helped her get his slacks off, and pretty soon they were both naked against the couch, "A bit late, but you're sure you wanna keep going...?"
 
Megohime moaned softly against his lips, reaching down to guide his cock to her entrance, stroking him slowly to tease him.
 
She pressed him against her warmth, already wet for him, letting out a soft noise as she moved him to her entrance.
 
She let out a low noise as she adjusted to him, cupping his cheek as she ghosted her lips over his neck.
 
He tilyed his head to give her room as he kept pulling her down until he was completely inside her. He exhaled a soft noise of bliss and relief, like he had been in pain this whole time.
 
She sucked and kissed his neck, slowly moving her hips as she adjusted to him being inside her. Each movement made her throb more, small jolts of pleasure making her breathing labored as her hands wandered over his shoulders and arms.
 
He held her loosely around her waist, bucking his hips gently in time with her movements, giving low moans as she left soft marks on his neck.
 
Sweat broke out across her skin already, her movements quickening to a steady pace. She rode him steadily, a weak gasp escaping her each time he thrust up into her, seeing stars as he pressed against her bundle of nerves. Megohime’s hand found one of his own, lacing her fingers with his and giving a squeeze.
 
This earned him some louder moans, a steady heat building in her nether, and the sound of their skin slapping a steady constant. Her brow knit as she focused on moving her hips steadily, watching Masamune’s own expressions, aching for more- to be touched more.
 
She leaned forward to kiss him again, deep and passionate, squeezing his hips as her movements became quick and rough. “F-Fuck..” She whimpered against his lips, holding his hand close to her chest.
 
Megohime jerked her hips when he touched her, letting out a throaty moan, giving a few more rough thrusts before she came with a weak cry.

Amaya cooked as she waited for Sasuke to return with supplies, taking over cooking dinner for the night.
 
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