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Megohime shook her head. “N-No... Keep going...” She panted in his ear, nails digging into his back a bit. “It feels good..”
 
He nodded and continued, pumping his fingers steadily as his palm ground roughly against her clit. He was already throbbing, aching for her body, but he controlled himself.
 
Megohime kissed the side of his neck gently, gasping softly every time his fingers pushed against the sweet spot inside her womanhood. “M-Masamune..!” He could feel her trembling against his hand, fingers slick with her juices.
 
A few more rough movements and Megohime came, moaning softly and her body trembling hard against his. After her orgasm passed, she took a moment to catch her breath, pulling away to look at him, then leaning in to kiss him softly.
 
She slowly backed up against the rock, leading Masamune with her without breaking the kiss, having him now on top of her. She deepened the kiss before breaking it to speak. “Make love to me..”
 
"Gladly.." He said in a low tone and kissed her again, gently pushing her legs apart and moving to press the tip of his cock at her entrance.
 
Megohime pulled him close again in a kiss, closing her eyes and moaning against his lips as he filled her.
 
Megohime shifted her own hips, allowing him to move deeper if he so pleased. She held the kiss, gently cupping his cheek and rolling her hips to encourage him.
 
Megohime held close to Masamune, hooking her ankles over his hips, soft gasps and murmurs coming from her as he thrust into her.
 
He steadily moved faster and faster, taking both her wrists and pining them to either side of her head, figuring she would like a little roughness.
 
Her face flushed red and she laid back against the stone, eyes half lidded as she gazed up at Masamune, lips parted and breathing labored.
 
His head was bowed, almost like he was watching himself penetrate her. Maybe he was, she couldn't tell; all she knew was his grip on her wrists tightened.
 
When his grip tightened, she felt both pain and excitement, letting out a gasp and squirming a bit. “M-Masamune..?”
 
She shook her head, face flushing more. “N-No.. I’m ok..” She said softly, leaning up to kiss him gently. “Keep going..”
 
He nodded and returned to his quickened pace, his grip on her wrists tightening again in a firm hold. He was grunting and moaning softly, nipping her neck gently.
 
Megohime’s inner walls began to tremble again, tightening around his member. Sweat was beading on her skin, and by her quicked thrusts, it was clear she reaching her limit.
 
One of his hands released her wrist and moved between them to slowly tease her clit. He wanted her trembling, gasping his name like she had in the bath. He wanted to hear it for himself; needed it like it was an unquenchable thirst.
 
Her back arched at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her, nearly making her drool. “M-Masa...mune..!” She gasped, panting heavily. “Masamune..!” She moaned his name as she orgasmed.
 
He pulled his hand away to keep from overwhelming her as he moved almost desperately, releasing her wrists to grab her hips and keep her steady as he pounded her.
 
Megohime gripped his shoulders letting her head roll back as she dug her nails into his skin, letting him finish, still trembling and gasping.
 
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