The contradiction doesn't escape him. Her words say she hates it, but her body betrays her with each moan and each shudder that goes through her. It only serves to fuel his lust even more, driving him closer to release as he continues to stroke himself. He looks down at Pretro, amused by the way she tries so hard to resist him while clearly enjoying every second of it.
"That's right," yarin whispers, "you belong to me now."
"I-I haven't cum yet, so I'm not yours~"I say as yarin sees my asshole begging for it
As much as he hates to admit it, her words sting him just a little bit. It's true that she hasn't cum yet...but that doesn't mean she won't belong to him soon enough. His grip on her hair tightens slightly in response to her taunt, and he grinds his hips against her, rubbing his erection against her ass through their clothing.
"We'll see about that," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "
I laugh, following you out of the room. "Don't worry, Nagatoro. It's not like I won't respect your wishes from time to time... But deep down, you know we belong together." As we head back toward the living room, I slip an arm around your shoulders and pull you close, pressing my hard length against your ass. "Besides," I whisper in her ear, "you might just enjoy it a little too much..."
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As you lay there, still catching your breath from our earlier encounter, yarin slowly runs his hands up and down your sides before reaching around to cup one of your breasts. He begins to massage your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "You know," he says with a grin, "I could make this whole weekend a lot more interesting for us both..."
I laugh, following you out of the room. "Don't worry, Nagatoro. It's not like I won't respect your wishes from time to time... But deep down, you know we belong together." As we head back toward the living room, I slip an arm around your shoulders and pull you close, pressing my hard length against your ass. "Besides," I whisper in her ear, "you might just enjoy it a little too much..."
(Continue)
As you lay there, still catching your breath from our earlier encounter, yarin slowly runs his hands up and down your sides before reaching around to cup one of your breasts. He begins to massage your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "You know," he says with a grin, "I could make this whole weekend a lot more interesting for us both..."