[ a hand goes up to hide his mouth yet fails to contain another muffled whimper when her laugh vibrates against his cock skin, the other leaves her to grip at the edge of the sofa, not able to close his eyes to keep watching what she's doing but narrowed incredulously. whenever she takes more of him, a loud moan is heard all over the small living room even the entire loft, the suction owns a cry this time and if she looks at him with those dark eyes like the clearest night sky, she will see his dark hazel eyes darkened in pleasure, his breath becoming worked up with every caress and blow of her mouth and touch of her hand.
in an innocent display, he shakes his head as in not believing it's tomoe the one doing this, his voice still muffled and shaky. he feels like crying in bliss. ]
N-No... I--I must be dreaming... this... aa... this isn't happening...
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in an innocent display, he shakes his head as in not believing it's tomoe the one doing this, his voice still muffled and shaky. he feels like crying in bliss. ]
N-No... I--I must be dreaming... this... aa... this isn't happening...
Y-- can't be this perfect--