[ it won't take long as she's on the verge of pleasure, barely a thought flitting through his head of how great it is to be inside her. he has no intention of ever stopping, why would he if he had intensely wanted her? and he will want her until the last moment of his life. what okita enjoys the most is how her composure and aloofness are lost thanks to him, who's the one she cries for right now. but what he barely notices is the faint sound of what she's really turning into, sunk in that same desire and becoming more savage in his thrusts, his whimpering too strained while his fingers are sloppy touching her clit faster.
almost. almost there. feathers flying around as he moves in her. ]
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almost. almost there. feathers flying around as he moves in her. ]