And while all this was happening, not once had Satsuki stopped with her sultry moans.
One after another, the fell from her parted lips. Sometimes interrupted by gasp when he bites down with his teeth, or times by a whimper as he clamps down with his mouth. Sucking upon her tit like a man overcome with thirst, though she had nothing to give. And still that doesn't stop him.
He divides his attention evenly between the two, marking them with his teeth or lavishing upon them the most divine-like attention in equal parts. Anything and everything, he makes sure she can experience it all with her breasts. And then when even that wasn't enough for him, he brings his hand into play. Capturing a breasts between his thick, rough fingers. Massaging it, rolling against it with his palm just as she had done moments before. Then came the pinches, those hard tweaks of her sensitive buds that she had failed to mimic herself, and caused an ever louder roar of pleasure to spill from her mouth.
There are no breaks, no chances to catch her breathe. Only the constant hot, wet pressure of his mouth and tongue, and skillful touch of his fingers.
"Master..." It rushes past her lips on it own, followed by the sudden trembling of her body. At some point, despite her wish not to do it, she comes. In a vein attempt she pressed her thighs together as much as she could to stop it from happening, but it wasn't enough. Liquid heat poured down her legs, into the bath. Her body unable to withstand such a concentrated frontal attack for so long. She whimpered in his arms, mind fuzzy with a haze of unbridled lust.
She had been unable to think of anything, to feel anything else besides his mouth and fingers playing across what she came to realize was one of her weak spots: her breasts.
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One after another, the fell from her parted lips. Sometimes interrupted by gasp when he bites down with his teeth, or times by a whimper as he clamps down with his mouth. Sucking upon her tit like a man overcome with thirst, though she had nothing to give. And still that doesn't stop him.
He divides his attention evenly between the two, marking them with his teeth or lavishing upon them the most divine-like attention in equal parts. Anything and everything, he makes sure she can experience it all with her breasts. And then when even that wasn't enough for him, he brings his hand into play. Capturing a breasts between his thick, rough fingers. Massaging it, rolling against it with his palm just as she had done moments before. Then came the pinches, those hard tweaks of her sensitive buds that she had failed to mimic herself, and caused an ever louder roar of pleasure to spill from her mouth.
There are no breaks, no chances to catch her breathe. Only the constant hot, wet pressure of his mouth and tongue, and skillful touch of his fingers.
"Master..." It rushes past her lips on it own, followed by the sudden trembling of her body. At some point, despite her wish not to do it, she comes. In a vein attempt she pressed her thighs together as much as she could to stop it from happening, but it wasn't enough. Liquid heat poured down her legs, into the bath. Her body unable to withstand such a concentrated frontal attack for so long. She whimpered in his arms, mind fuzzy with a haze of unbridled lust.
She had been unable to think of anything, to feel anything else besides his mouth and fingers playing across what she came to realize was one of her weak spots: her breasts.