How sweet, how precious! You're quite the treat for me, you know. To think such a cute little virgin could fill me up so effortlessly. Ah, will you come? Will you come for me? How many times, I wonder? What if I let you use this tight little pussy like a beloved toy? A guilty favorite tucked away and only brought forth in the midst of heated passion? I'd take it all, you know. All of your love and all of your lust. This goddess will grant your even most salacious wish!
[Poor Kisuke. Bombarded with lewd questions and not even given a chance to answer. After all, she does know just how to move, and she begins riding him more properly. Her hands find his to forcibly take him hand-in-hand. Fingers laced like lovers as she explores the length of his hard cock eagerly with her body. The weight of her seems lighter than a feather when she lifts, but as Ishtar descends and she collides with Kisuke's hips it seems to come back. It's apparent that the goddess is intent on making him feel the force of her "love" as they collide. Their bodies making a symphony of bare skin and slick, sweet friction.
She yearns for his release. To see him spent and gasping for air with nothing but her name on his lips. Ishtar intends to see Kisuke submit to a type of worship without devious grins or calculating eyes. She will have his love in a whole new flavor.]
[In a way, she had him cornered but he couldn't imagine it being a bad position to find himself in. So focused on sneakily shifting his hips so the enrapturing goddess mounting him could comfortably ride him, he couldn't dwell too much on the sweat that budded along his temples, strands of hair clinging to his brows messily as his heart raced and she clouded his ears up with words that would have made even his instructors blush. So forward with him, he wondered what in the world could have made this woman shy if not any of that, but those thoughts died in favor of how they left her lips.]
I just want--
[She rolled her hips and it drew a hesitant gasp from him, unable to keep himself quiet the more she drew that feather-like voice of hers to his ear and layered it with spice and bite. He wanted more of her but the right words fell apart in favor of the little pleas that escaped instead. The sweat shared between them and the slick heat of their arousal was leaving a glistening sheen on their thighs to which he could only wondered how they would look once it all came undone. He swallowed his words and a few words that might have sounded a bit raunchier if he formed them any more coherently and without the lovely distraction that had been the beautiful shape of her body when she rode him, soft curves and muscle flexing to please his eyes and him by far. Her thin, soft fingers wove with his and he squeezed her gently compared to the way she'd been squeezing him--almost as if she'd been trying to make him come even harder than before.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 04:35 pm (UTC)[Poor Kisuke. Bombarded with lewd questions and not even given a chance to answer. After all, she does know just how to move, and she begins riding him more properly. Her hands find his to forcibly take him hand-in-hand. Fingers laced like lovers as she explores the length of his hard cock eagerly with her body. The weight of her seems lighter than a feather when she lifts, but as Ishtar descends and she collides with Kisuke's hips it seems to come back. It's apparent that the goddess is intent on making him feel the force of her "love" as they collide. Their bodies making a symphony of bare skin and slick, sweet friction.
She yearns for his release. To see him spent and gasping for air with nothing but her name on his lips. Ishtar intends to see Kisuke submit to a type of worship without devious grins or calculating eyes. She will have his love in a whole new flavor.]
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Date: 2023-05-13 10:07 pm (UTC)I just want--
[She rolled her hips and it drew a hesitant gasp from him, unable to keep himself quiet the more she drew that feather-like voice of hers to his ear and layered it with spice and bite. He wanted more of her but the right words fell apart in favor of the little pleas that escaped instead. The sweat shared between them and the slick heat of their arousal was leaving a glistening sheen on their thighs to which he could only wondered how they would look once it all came undone. He swallowed his words and a few words that might have sounded a bit raunchier if he formed them any more coherently and without the lovely distraction that had been the beautiful shape of her body when she rode him, soft curves and muscle flexing to please his eyes and him by far. Her thin, soft fingers wove with his and he squeezed her gently compared to the way she'd been squeezing him--almost as if she'd been trying to make him come even harder than before.]
You! I want you to... A-Are you?