Mithridatism - 4/?? - recaptcha: "family pressing"
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April 28 2010, 03:18:19 UTC
She gives him a glare that chills him to the core, and for a brief second, she makes him feel like a terrified schoolboy, but the murderous stare fades into a gasp, as his sisters unclasp her bra and suck vigorously on her breasts. Her body goes slack in sensory overload, and he grabs her hips and eases his way in.
She feels the membrane inside her tear, cries out as he thrusts in deeper. She's never been filled up like this before, and the feeling is dreadful and wonderful, killing every rational thought in her head and replacing it with a resounding more. Her hips fall into his rhythm on their own, bringing her close to the edge yet again.
He drives into her over and over, relishing in the feeling of her surrounding him, the sight of her overcome with lust, the way she moans for him to go harder and faster. He thrusts in to the hilt when she finally comes, awash in ecstasy, the sound of his name reverberating off the walls and bookshelves. He pulls out and Kururi disposes of the condom quickly, her small hand pumping up and down his shaft.
Jets of come spurt onto Namie's pale skin, and she watches Mairu eagerly lap it up as the other twin sucks him off, making her wonder if that kind of tongue dexterity is a family trait.
As the haze of sex clears, his assistant rises nonchalantly, extending her hand in a tacit demand for her skirt and the lace panties she knows he pocketed as a trophy. He scoffs as he hands them over, watching her slip them on and glide over to the door like she was ending any other work day.
"You're killing all the joy out I'd get from watching you take the 'walk of shame,' Namie."
"As long as Seiji has my heart, I have nothing to feel ashamed about. After all, sex and love aren't directly related."
"...I don't want your heart anyway." he mutters softly, annoyed at how she uses his words against him.
"Then, I suppose you got exactly what you wanted from me. But please don't confuse me with your worshippers; I refuse to beg for it."
"In other words, if asked, you wouldn't say 'no.'"
"Don't be ridiculous. If you're just interested in making me feel bad afterward, then it's a chore, just like cooking your dinner every night. Since that puts me at an inconvenience, you should be begging me."
"Big words from a woman who was screaming my name just a few minutes ago."
"Enjoy watching the movie with your sisters, Orihara Izaya." she replies with a cruel, indecipherable smile, the kind he thinks suits him better.
She feels the membrane inside her tear, cries out as he thrusts in deeper. She's never been filled up like this before, and the feeling is dreadful and wonderful, killing every rational thought in her head and replacing it with a resounding more. Her hips fall into his rhythm on their own, bringing her close to the edge yet again.
He drives into her over and over, relishing in the feeling of her surrounding him, the sight of her overcome with lust, the way she moans for him to go harder and faster. He thrusts in to the hilt when she finally comes, awash in ecstasy, the sound of his name reverberating off the walls and bookshelves. He pulls out and Kururi disposes of the condom quickly, her small hand pumping up and down his shaft.
Jets of come spurt onto Namie's pale skin, and she watches Mairu eagerly lap it up as the other twin sucks him off, making her wonder if that kind of tongue dexterity is a family trait.
As the haze of sex clears, his assistant rises nonchalantly, extending her hand in a tacit demand for her skirt and the lace panties she knows he pocketed as a trophy. He scoffs as he hands them over, watching her slip them on and glide over to the door like she was ending any other work day.
"You're killing all the joy out I'd get from watching you take the 'walk of shame,' Namie."
"As long as Seiji has my heart, I have nothing to feel ashamed about. After all, sex and love aren't directly related."
"...I don't want your heart anyway." he mutters softly, annoyed at how she uses his words against him.
"Then, I suppose you got exactly what you wanted from me. But please don't confuse me with your worshippers; I refuse to beg for it."
"In other words, if asked, you wouldn't say 'no.'"
"Don't be ridiculous. If you're just interested in making me feel bad afterward, then it's a chore, just like cooking your dinner every night. Since that puts me at an inconvenience, you should be begging me."
"Big words from a woman who was screaming my name just a few minutes ago."
"Enjoy watching the movie with your sisters, Orihara Izaya." she replies with a cruel, indecipherable smile, the kind he thinks suits him better.
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