He held his pace steady, so close to his finish the throbbing was almost unbearable. He let out soft grunts, holding her wrists firmly, not willing to let her go yet.
Amaya felt her face grow hot at the idea that popped into her head; it had been something Akihime had done to her some time ago. “Then.. I want to sit on your face.”
Amaya felt her face grow hot at the idea that popped into her head; it had been something Akihime had done to her some time ago. “Then.. I want to sit on your face.”