[Tohsaka keeps her head turned from him. Tucked toward the bedlinens as she's trying to hide the way the her face twists with the bittersweet sensations that flood her. The tips of her ears burn red hot from the sounds of her own pleasured pussy filling the room. How awful, how disgusting, that her body be so stereotypically "more honest" than the rest of her.
It isn't the purr of his voice in her ear telling her what to do, it isn't the shame or humiliation of her reactions that get her, or how her breasts swell and ache to be relieved again. His consistent rhythm, his targeted touch, sends her over the edge. Moments before she reaches that peak her hips involuntarily buck — seeking his ministrations and the pressure of his thumb on her clit. When she finally falls from that precipice her body locks up. Seized by the overwhelming jolt of ecstasy that makes her nerves sing.
Tohsaka calls out wordlessly. Her hips lifting from the bed as her back forms a severe arch. All her muscles tighten harshly before dissolving into a wave of weak spasms. Her inner walls squeeze his tireless fingers like a vice before fluttering around him — as if trying to massage them for the release of something they cannot provide.
In the end Rin is limp on the bed. Flushed red and panting weakly as her body attempts to recovery from the intensity of her orgasm. Tears gently well at the corners of her eyes as her lungs heave for air. She must have been holding her breath earlier.]
[ Rin's body hiccups around his fingers, locking up and tightening around his strokes. A choked and self-stifled cry spills out of her when she orgasms— half of her face pressed to the side and stubbornly trying not to see him. But Dark recognizes an orgasm for an orgasm, ashamed or not. He feels her peak rolling across his digits like hard waves on a beach's shore; still strong, potent enough to make her cry. She's... cute. He thinks that while her limbs go floppy, and when he sees she's stopped actively resisting the sensation so much.
Pussy juice has collected noisily on the ends of his fingers. In the throes of her release, he doubts she's as likely to protest against him taking a lick of them. So that's precisely what he does. They momentarily abandon her cunt and provide nothing to squeeze anymore. Wild and unable to be bridled, Dark's tongue drags up the length of his fingers to lick them clean. He's like a lion.
Maybe there's a taste to her fluids, maybe there isn't. But Dark doesn't care either way. Rin just tastes like a virgin woman. His virgin woman, at that. How proud Dark feels of bringing her some sexual satisfaction. He combs some of the deep brunette hair from her face before he starts fondling her milk-filled breasts again. ]
Didn't I say not to come?
[ Pink, puffy nipples peek through the gaps of his slick fingers. He presses down on her skin until white streams dribble down the back of his hands— they follow the cascades there of masculine veins and ligaments. ]
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It isn't the purr of his voice in her ear telling her what to do, it isn't the shame or humiliation of her reactions that get her, or how her breasts swell and ache to be relieved again. His consistent rhythm, his targeted touch, sends her over the edge. Moments before she reaches that peak her hips involuntarily buck — seeking his ministrations and the pressure of his thumb on her clit. When she finally falls from that precipice her body locks up. Seized by the overwhelming jolt of ecstasy that makes her nerves sing.
Tohsaka calls out wordlessly. Her hips lifting from the bed as her back forms a severe arch. All her muscles tighten harshly before dissolving into a wave of weak spasms. Her inner walls squeeze his tireless fingers like a vice before fluttering around him — as if trying to massage them for the release of something they cannot provide.
In the end Rin is limp on the bed. Flushed red and panting weakly as her body attempts to recovery from the intensity of her orgasm. Tears gently well at the corners of her eyes as her lungs heave for air. She must have been holding her breath earlier.]
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Pussy juice has collected noisily on the ends of his fingers. In the throes of her release, he doubts she's as likely to protest against him taking a lick of them. So that's precisely what he does. They momentarily abandon her cunt and provide nothing to squeeze anymore. Wild and unable to be bridled, Dark's tongue drags up the length of his fingers to lick them clean. He's like a lion.
Maybe there's a taste to her fluids, maybe there isn't. But Dark doesn't care either way. Rin just tastes like a virgin woman. His virgin woman, at that. How proud Dark feels of bringing her some sexual satisfaction. He combs some of the deep brunette hair from her face before he starts fondling her milk-filled breasts again. ]
Didn't I say not to come?
[ Pink, puffy nipples peek through the gaps of his slick fingers. He presses down on her skin until white streams dribble down the back of his hands— they follow the cascades there of masculine veins and ligaments. ]